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Edward Burra ». Bag of Tools October 20, by redtreetimes. So after a bit of digging, I came across one little blurb on a forum that stated about the poet: He was born in the s and died in the s. Like this: Like Loading Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:.
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Do you remember when you were tender? The world you lived, with all the thrills are now prints of memories ordained? Melodies for a father by Dennis Okyere Brako. Unlike the many songs of failed fatherhood. My melodies are legacies inked beyond neighborhoods.
Composed in gratitude and admiration for a father. Who nurtured an empire and pushed its frontiers further. From the pages of time, you have been our torchbearer. Through the thick and brambles you pressed ever. We are awed for your sacrifices we cannot fathom. Why you shelved your dreams for us to the very bottom! In the difficult valley, you forged an impossible door. Like Old Moses you led us on the dry red sea floor.
From the scorching furnace you forged the conquering sword. And wrote boldly in sweat on the sheets of our memory core. There may be no parades, no monuments and fame. Yet much delight overflows when we hear your name. It will be easy for you to write yourself off with worry. But we are your empire and signifies your glory. Our hearts full of gratitude as we honor you, father. The old rugged road by Dennis Okyere Brako. I looked down the old rugged road.
Incongruously trodden by men of old. On each side where the mould grows. Wherefore should I go? I pondered the path the river flows. Downhill along the shoal. Where the flow can rinse my soul. The canopy are shades for the weary soul. In the river dances the fleshy soles. Plump Cattle of Hyperion mows. On the dotted map! Many travelers knows and merrily goes. Again I looked down the old rugged road.
The beckoning pikes are for the bold. Storms of sands and the desert winds. Over the horizon, the hills have eyes. Dividing the path into the unknown. When he noticed that I was quite more interested with backpacks for women since I moved on that side of the stall…. I think using reusable bags every time I buy groceries will make the world a better place. Plastic tends to fill up landfills and ends up in the ocean where animals eat or get caught in it. Since plastic isn't biodegradable I think with just my efforts I can make a very small difference.
With small steps like this I am helping the environment. My family and I have always used them but since I have been in college it is hard for me to remember to bring them every time I go to the store. Since I do…. In the short story, The Medicine Bag, by Virginia Sneve, a young boy, named Martin, learns that a bag has been passed down from generation to generation, and that it should keep going on towards the future.
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