Poem.45.The Influence

                                          The Influence

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Bricks red made of mud

baked in the furnace hot

turned into strong lot ,

ready to face the weight bold.

Child soft is also shaped

 baking little everyday
shadow of days passed

make you grow by each day.

 Sure we think ,do all things

with our body mind and thoughts,

do we do the things same way

if our background not this way.

The childhood,teens and past

seem so distant dream like,

but  influence, it sure has

on each decision we do make.

Entered for the The Thursday Think Tank - #35 Shadows

Written for the Magpie tales- where we write a poem or short vignette using the picture prompt.

Poem 39. The Smell of Earth

The smell of earth,ha... ,

when the first rain touches her,

magical, special ,I do love,

refreshing so welcoming.

The joy of first shower ,

how can I express.

The end of days so hot it says,

be ready to welcome rain .

I do have the wild desire

to run in the first rain drench,

play in with kids ,go rounds,

and feel the rain on me.

Sad but chains of modesty

which on my legs I do wear

stops me to be a peacock,

enjoy the first rain first hand.

For the poet's United's Thursday think tank prompt smell.