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This Old Lantern
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This Old Lantern |
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Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania 
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The old barn lantern still is hanging From a nail high on a post Down below the cellar door In view of centipede and ghost Rust has claimed the bright red paint That once adorned this empty lamp Left to hang there on a post A prisoner to the dark and damp Yet it never was discarded Nor unhooked from off the post For it congers up the memories Of the times we cherish most This old lamp lit up the kitchen On the nights of wicked storms Lighting up my father’s face With shades of bronze, so rich and warm Warmer were his boyhood stories Made more real by a tattered wick Filling little eyes with mystery More than any candle stick I’ve forgotten all the stories But embedded in my mind Is the light from this old lantern From the days we left behind Elizabeth Santos |
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Balladeer
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
WOnderful imagination, Liz! For those who claim there is nothing to write about, you have shown that there's always something...just have to use the imagination. Yours is one of the best....as you keep proving, time after time.  |
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Mysteria 
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
Yup another Lizzism, pulled out of a hat in all of 3 minutes I bet. I wish I could say I shared memories like those, they would truly keep one warm. |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
Heartwarming and beautiful! *S* |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
oh dear, this has my eyes welling up very good write |
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latearrival Member Ascendant
since 2003-03-21
Posts 5499Florida |
Enjoying this. latearrival |
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