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Easter Holiday

At least the weather has stayed fine in my area but not to say that we'll make the whole way through without a shower of rain, for sure it's possible there might be some tomorrow due to it being Anzac day. I am taking my 90 year old friend up to walk in the march.
I have been working on different poetry. My next section is Haiku. 

The first poem is one written by another person and I found it on the net, but the two following are of my own making, the reason for this is the exercise we had to do was "Cut and Replace". We had to cut the original into sections and rearrange it to make our own words. Hope you like them.


I loved the child in him
so innocent and sweet
The mischief in his eyes
the blush upon his cheek
The tender way he spoke
that showed me that he cared
The touch of his warm hand
that gently touched my hair
The smiles that we shared
that filled my life with glee
For when I was with him
I found the child in me
           *******
The touch of the blush I loved
and sweet the child in me
The smiles in his eyes
that we shared so innocent
I was with him that filled my life
The tender way that gentle touch
my hair that he cared
The mischief upon his cheek
the child in him I found
For when he spoke with glee
his warm hand that showed me
                **********
His finger feathered my crimson cheek
I adored the charming infant
The impudence smile touched his blue eyes
so innocuous he pulled at my bleeding heart strings
He entered my life blessed with love
the affectionate way his fingers feathered my cheeks
The roguishness shone upon his cheeks
the infant brought back lost memories
I remembered another time a sad place
of cold fingers tugging at my lamentable heart.

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