Michael Plante
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When You See It
Michael Plante When you see a child sitting outside their house a tear in their eye and smudge dirt on their cheeks;a woman screams from within and the sound of breaking furniture; you understand that it’s not any of your… Continue reading
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Pleasant Memories
Prologue to Pleasant Memories Behind the building where I grew up was a small wooded area with a creek. Beside that wooded area was a field with a small apple orchard and walkway to a cul-de-sac. On the east side… Continue reading
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Sunsets
by Michael Plante The only faith I have leftis my wife’s love for me and the sunset of today.For both have been with me for many yearsand have never diminished. My pride is that I took the timeto hold my… Continue reading
The Poet's House 