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When I think of all that I have done in my life,
the places I have seen,
the people I have loved,
and those who have loved me,
my transgressions fall away one by one
like apples fat from the tree
until only my soul remains,
and that,
I am assured,
is spoken for.
© by Ron Stewart.
Used with the author's permission.
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Ron Stewart is a retired airline pilot who started writing poetry in the early '90s. The author of two self-published poetry collections and two cookbooks, his work has been published in a variety of magazines and journals and has won several awards. Ron lives in Kilworth, a small village outside London, Ontario, with his wife of 50+ years, his dog Calliope, and cat Penelope. An environmentalist long before that term became popular, Ron's family refers to him as "the compost cop."
 
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ghctenmile@earthlink.net:
Like a lot or people who have commented here on this poem, I am so taken by the phrase, "my transgressions fall ,,,like apples fat from the tree". Thanks for this
Posted 05/30/2024 08:58 PM
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Lori Levy:
Love the line, "My transgressions fall away one by one/like apples fat from the tree."
Posted 05/30/2024 12:28 PM
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Wilda Morris:
"like apples fat from the tree" - an excellent subtlety.
Posted 05/30/2024 10:28 AM
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CamilleBalla:
A very unique and inspiring expression of your inner life. Thank you, Ron.
Posted 05/30/2024 08:38 AM
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suzanne:
"until only my soul remains,
and that,
I am assured,
is spoken for."
I love this line of your poem. What beautiful writing.
Posted 05/30/2024 08:05 AM
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