The Morning Ritual

Rubric – Word of the Day

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The Morning Ritual

It was the same every morning,
he raked the coals
and urged the kettle on.
Forlorn the stained enamel mug waited
for the sacrament of tea,
as he washed over the basin,
knowing the day ahead.
the exact times of fences and sheep.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul,

pvann.com

21 Comments

Filed under Country, Farm, farming, life, poetry, Quadrille, Work

21 responses to “The Morning Ritual

  1. I think rituals are steady anchors in this sea of life. Nicely done!

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  2. Regimen helps us to keep the ship steady in choppy seas.

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  3. There’s a comfort in routine.

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  4. Love that ending line: “the exact times of fences and sheep.” Nice!

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  5. I met this guy at work today … love the privilege my job allows me entrance to such a full range of delightful people 🙂

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  6. Very scenic. I love the worded solitude.

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  7. I love this one! Sorry I missed it earlier. You painted a vivid picture with your words, and I loved the photo you included. Reminds me of my trip to Scotland.

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