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Mistletoe Angel 
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
 Homecoming Hayride By: Noah Eaton 10/10/08 “Veedon Fleece” suffused the heartland, that early October day, when we had smiles free of crows feet, regaling through that corn maze. On the back of a 1906 Case steam tractor, all gussied up in our dungarees, I was Tom Sawyer, you were Becky Sue, exchanging promised land fantasies… I restlessly wander, grasping for my youth, where poplars burn like flaming torches all too soon, and the trees begin their betrayal again… …but through this illustration of time passing by, I see a mosaic of your face speckling the hillside, as the trees begin their betrayal again… We knew less the more we saw, journeying along on that rutted trail, now that I see things so clearly, I’m left scrambling for pieces swept by autumn’s gale… As the cornstalks turn auburn, and the fireflies dwindle to none, capriciously I drift like a flock of golden plovers, chasing the cruel sun. I restlessly wander, grasping for my youth, where poplars burn like flaming torches all too soon, and the trees begin their betrayal again… …but through this illustration of time passing by, I see a mosaic of your face speckling the hillside, as the trees begin their betrayal again… You told me autumn is our second spring, where every leaf is a flower in full swing, how could a biting wind, take hostage of our genial breeze. I restlessly wander, grasping for my youth, where poplars burn like flaming torches all too soon, and the trees begin their betrayal again… …but through this illustration of time passing by, I see a mosaic of your face speckling the hillside, as the trees begin their betrayal again… . . . . . I restlessly wander, grasping for my youth, where poplars burn like flaming torches all too soon, and the trees begin their betrayal again… …but through this illustration of time passing by, I see a mosaic of your face speckling the hillside, as the trees begin their betrayal again… . . . . . I restlessly wander, grasping for my youth, where poplars burn like flaming torches all too soon, and the trees begin their betrayal again… …but through this illustration of time passing by, I see a mosaic of your face speckling the hillside, as the trees begin their betrayal again… "If we have no peace, it is because we have forgotten that we belong to each other" Mother Teresa |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
First of all, a big welcome back hug, dear Noah!! I was waiting for you, you were very much missed! quote: You wrote a very captivating poem! A song it is! Love, Margherita  "Love is the One who masters all things; |
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Alison
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
Noah, Yay! You posted a poem again - and it's a poem (lyrics) I fell in love with. I think the picture is most excellent and perfect with your words. Yep, I am happy to see you again. Alison |
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Bill Charles Member Patricius
since 2000-07-11
Posts 10619highways, & byways, for now |
Noah - so good to see you again and read one of your poems... Hope you're doing well... BC |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
Hi there you! Loved your picture, and of course your poem. Hope life is treating you well? Your writing has matured Noah, and I sure enjoyed this hayride with you and yours. By the way, this touched a sensitive chord with me by the way I restlessly wander, grasping for my youth, where poplars burn like flaming torches all too soon, and the trees begin their betrayal again…  Take care Noah, and welcome back.  |
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Artic Wind Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 8080Realm of Supernatural |
You're Back!-- I am so excited to read all your new posts!!!! I enjoyed this one as well.... Keep them coming! ARCTIC WIND |
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