The reed grew straight on the riverbank, we twisted it to weave a basket
Straight and true it bent to whatever shape we asked it
From memory's seeds grow these reeds that become a relationship's gasket
A wild willow grows straight toward the light, it takes man's mind to bend it right, weaving it into agreement's casket
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I love the simplicity and its powerful message
Thanks so much for the read Norman it is appreciated
most welcome
For me this is Mans attempt at controlling his environment and his relationships.Made me think.Well done compadre
Thank you David for your review of this simple write and your interpretation it is most valued
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