This is how this small poem developed to fit a colourful Facebook background; the editing fits with the poetry advice I remember reading, to take out all unnecessary words, so that everything is vital.
As my generation ripened and matures we may think the orchard ages with us, but we are not trees, and other fruit will follow, as we sprouted from seasons of yore.
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We may think the orchard ages with us, but we are not trees, and other fruit will follow, as we sprouted from seasons of yore.
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If you like the above, my books are full of advice and examples:
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