Amy Barlow Liberatore… stories of lost years, wild times, mental variety, faith, and lots of jazz

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Back and Forth

Sometimes I lean toward the field
Jovial grasses invite me to abandon the chase
grasp grassy terrain, drink in the scent
of lilac, honeysuckle; witness the
fluid flit of hummingbirds

Yet there is a rough road to pave
Real life
Sturdy construction of countless lives
Lunch-houred, launched, propelled into
the known now and
the uncertain future

© 2014 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil

OK, somehow, I found my way back to the Sunday Whirl, and so glad I found this group of words: Lean, Field, Paving, Terrain, Jovial, Sturdy, Launch, Propel, Countless, Scent, Chase, and Fluid. The list seemed to divvy up the two worlds of my years as a single mother… lollygagging in a field with Riley (not often enough) and chasing the almighty buck so my girl could have endless luxury… such as jeans, T-shirts, and a new lunchbox every fall! Peace, Amy