Posted by Brad Osborne on December 5, 2022 · 17 Comments
Our minds are like the fallow field,
Overgrown when left on their own…
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Posted by Brad Osborne on November 13, 2022 · 11 Comments
But letting go of you is no easy feat,
It’s held by words my mouth won’t speak…
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Posted by Brad Osborne on December 29, 2021 · 19 Comments
Our minds are like the fallow field,
Overgrown when left on their own…
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Posted by Brad Osborne on February 27, 2021 · 16 Comments
There in the mirror, a life defined,
Written in every crevice and line
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Posted by Brad Osborne on December 21, 2020 · 11 Comments
Our minds are like the fallow field,
Overgrown when left on their own…
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Posted by Brad Osborne on October 18, 2020 · 14 Comments
In hopes left from what will,
Pain comes from the knowing…
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Posted by Brad Osborne on October 8, 2020 · 15 Comments
There, broken upon the sandy shoals,
A wooden sailing ship, once so brave…
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Posted by Brad Osborne on April 15, 2020 · 39 Comments
Would you still see who I used to be,
For, since then, I surely did grow…
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Posted by Brad Osborne on February 16, 2020 · 22 Comments
From the curb the house looks so familiar,
The front door a different color,
And the hedges now more fully grown…
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Posted by Brad Osborne on October 16, 2019 · 8 Comments
A patina to its painted finish
Bleeding rust drips like long years
Appearance cannot diminish
Steadfast strength of sunken piers
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