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Tumbleweed

A tumbleweed is blown by desert breezes
It’s at the mercy of the elements bararge
running free, it’s no marage
hot by day, at night it freezes
in time it’s covered by a sandstorm large
shifting sands become it’s eternal garage
till at last drowned by spring rain, its pain eases.

No more to roam about the vast oasis
It sends down roots to drink and feeds
on nutrients left by fellow organisms deeds
the circle of life completes as time passes
It sends out shoots to mingle with the other weeds
who like the tumbleweed, last week were seeds
now drawing nectar via their own osmosis.

Its journey seemingly was over and finished
to die upon the desert sands, no fun
but now we see its life had just begun
a new life unfolds the old diminished.
It had to die to its old life out in the sun
no more gallivanting on desert plains to run

So if, life for you, is becoming quite a burden,
like from behind an iron curtain.
remember the tumbleweed had to go through it’s own transformation
to get to were it now lies,
to give life to offspring and fodder for the animal nation
so buckle on down, memories of your past life can leave you hurting
let yourself, be blow about, a little, by other parts of Gods creation
enjoy each phase, of your journey,
and don’t have too much, of an expectation.
Where disappointments are never quite certain.

Tumbleweed

Peter Shanahan

Boronia, Australia

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During Lent I’m attempting to write something every day, barring Sundays, this is the tenth day!

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