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Places In Between
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Places In Between |
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XOx Uriah xOX Senior Member
since 2006-02-11
Posts 1403Virginia 
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Sacred ground...untouched by man; Where Nature is still reigning Lord. By the stream, a twisted hollow oak stands, Where the Whitetails drink and ford. Places that by grace have gone unscathed; These hallowed grounds I roam... Greedy eyes have yet to focus upon... these parcels I call home. Sacred places that surround you... Gentle and peaceful, Harsh and mean ! Left and right and all around you... Their precious spoils, yet to glean. Perhaps you catch a fleeting glimpse... But, they are seldom ever seen. For, they play no part in your daily lives; They're just places... in between. They escape your eye as you hurry by; In your heaps of steel and chrome; These tiny, scattered Edens... These parcels I call home. You see the bloated carcasses... Discarded objects...trash and me... As I sprint across your life-line... To enter these leafy canopies. Lifeless eyes, within a ditch A mongrel stray thats been struck down. To the hurriers, he's a horror; That makes them gag in route to town. The workers of the highway come... And shovel him from the scene; He met his demise... At the gates of Paradise; Seeking places... In between. At night, as I lay 'neath the hollowed oak... She emits an eerie moan... Sounds of mourning... for smitten lovers... of scattered Edens, We call home. |
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Rainbowdust Member
since 2002-12-05
Posts 320Sydney, Australia |
What beautiful sentiments so poetically expressed! And yes, so many Edens pass by unnoticed.. absolutely loved this! The soul would have no rainbows, had the eyes no tears. |
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latearrival Member Ascendant
since 2003-03-21
Posts 5499Florida |
Lucky you to have found these hidden edens.I have had a few wanderings within these type areas and prize them when I went. So lovely the tears just find their way ..best to you,and welcome martyjo |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
Uriah I can relate to this poem.....because I seek these places inbetween..actually they are what keeps me sane.. But I cannot help but step on sacred ground, for all of it is sacred...even the ground that moans with the weight of cities. This is a special poem, thank you for posting it.. _______ _____ice ><> |
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