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A Drink By Any Other Name

Posted by in on 18-7-12

Two entwined souls, hearts full of love.
She has no eggs and he no seed,
they have such a gift of life.
They fill their home with adopted children,
and bestow them with the desire
to consume all challenges.
Blessings return upon them four-fold;
With grand children and great grand children.
Love unbound flows like a river of sweet cider.
A bountiful family tree from this fruitless
couple grows. Branches laden with flowers,
The quandary? Is this a real fruitless cider?
Perhaps the only essential ingredient in cider is love.

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About the Contributor:

Stephen Pray was born in Portland, Maine, and grew up in the little town of Windham where he graduated high school. Even in those early years Steve was writing poetry, and his school librarian predicted that one day she would see his work in print. Stephen went into the Air Force in 1969 as a security policeman and was first stationed at Wheelus AFB in Libya. He then went to RAF Mildenhall, England, and met his future wife, Sharon, in near-by Cambridge. Steve and Sharon have been married for over 31 years and their love has given birth to three beautiful daughters. Their youngest child is Emily, who is a 23-year-old music major with hopes of teaching K-12. Middle child is Sally, who is becoming a child psychologist. First-born is Katy, who is wife to Brad and mother to Liam. Steve is proud of all his daughters’ accomplishments and he is very proud of his wonderful grandson. Understandably, love is a great inspiration for Steve’s poetry. Stephen roamed the world for 23 years with his wife and growing family, and the American Air Force, before retiring to Dayton, Ohio in the U.S.A. Stephen is a voracious reader of science fiction with over 4,000 books in his collection. He would like to take up sailing. He likes to watch movies, read lots of poetry, spend time with his family, and play with his dog, “Freckles”.

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