Monday, October 20, 2025

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The fields are gold, the skies are brushed with gray,
And morning fog still clings to rows of barley.
We rise before the breaking of the day,
And feel the cold that cuts through every valley.
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Isadora Quagmire
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Timber Koleden 20 October 2025

A beautiful poem of thankfulness to God for the wonderful harvest that you had this year! What a plentiful poem, full of vibrant, stunning imagery! Well done! You always share such poetic gold, Isadora!

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Rose Marie Juan-austin 20 October 2025

The gratefulness to God, absolute faith and dedication to work is worthy of emulation. A profound poem.

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Rose Marie Juan-austin 20 October 2025

A beautiful, genuine and unique depiction of autumn and harvest. It expresses in brilliant detail the hardwork, diligence and patience necessary for harvest. A great picture of an enduring and solid family.

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