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My Gabled Roof
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My Gabled Roof |
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sarahsong7 Junior Member
since 2007-12-14
Posts 14 |
I see myself when I'm old and gray, sitting on the porch of my gabled roof. Looking across the long grass that sways in the breeze, beyond the tulips, wild roses, and dancing lilies. I see the newest addition of foals,frolicking in the gentle wind and raindrops of spring. I see the fruit trees forming this year's crop. I see the strand of young trees forming their new leaves to shade the seasonal creek. I see the geese and ducks swimming in the spring- fed pond where a large bass just made its own ripples amongst the newly formed cattails. I see a swarm of colors including buffs mingling and pecking with their rooster, scratching up the insects in the newly planted garden,reminding me that I forgot to close the gate again. I look to the left and see all the newborn calves laying about and sleeping off the sun. I look to the right and see where some goats have mingled amongst the sheep that surround the closed in nut trees, realizing now which ones I need to cull out. I look back upon the porch of which I am sitting, thinking that the break is over and it's time to get back to work. I smell the different flavor of odors that fill the air. I know that this is my perfect life,sitting on the porch of my gable roof. Then I awake. I realize that this was all just a dream. Or was it? |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
I hope not. This is a fine dream for me too. Ida |
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