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demure101
demure101
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Steps in the sand. Slow going,
careful, unhurried – a narrow track,
time-honoured, habitual: our
forefathers walked here to tend
their daily fields, past the tall trees.

Our parents’ feet have worn away
the grey dust that settles on
the red soil anew, with each wind, and we
follow their footsteps, carrying
the long knife and a bag full of seeds.

It will be hard to teach
our impatient children to tread their way
slowly, to live channelled by long
tradition and the songs of their elders
at dusk – to not disturb their world.

demure101
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DawnJDawnJover 11 years ago
Indeed...

...we want our children to revere tradition and the stability it represents, and yet simultaneously to strike out for new territory, to find new ways to make their lives more fulfilling than ours, to learn from our mistakes, and make new traditions.

tazz317tazz317over 11 years ago
THE GENERATION GAP NEVER DIES OUT

what comes next has different outlooks, TK U MLJ LV NV

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