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Sent after the cow for evening milking, we loped along the soft dust cow paths, past

Martha-Simply divine remembrance-I had wistful images of my own childhood, when I used to go to my uncle's and grandparent's farms-especially like the use of words 'loping....soft dust cow paths', so laden with tenderness and innocence. Juxtaposed with early experiences of death-the tiny baby mice. This is precious stuff. Phillip

Martha, Really enjoy this poem. Time restructures everything and some where along the way our hands grow busy by necessity and our minds are still looking back. Carolynn