Exceptional free verse Paper Dolls and Toy Soldiers : A Driftwood Tale by michaelcahill A Different Perspective contest entry

I remember         years and years lodged fast unmoved a never-changing landscape a predictable panoply of time's march   blankets of snow, laughingly cold riotous Springs, bright colours all bold then Summer, soon Fall the end of it all but always the start of it once and again and over again          until   a flood and a slide and a journey to sea                       adrift on the water            wonders surrounding horizons and setting sun                      but never a shore   and now ...   laying on this beach            the waves out of reach drying and cracking   I've heard passersby call me "driftwood" the irony doesn't escape me chuckles are few for an oxymoronic existence   sure, there are stars at night and children by day             a dog or two                         annoying birds                                     tapping at me                         as though I were asleep   but what is this?             soft hands grasping me                             cast into a fire                wild dancing and song surround                             I'm ignited   I expand into a million parts            and rise into the universe                        I'm flying ... everywhere   I see it all now            even the forest                      from whence I came     Recognized

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