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Back To Yellow ( True Story)
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Back To Yellow ( True Story) |
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Saunni Senior Member
since 2000-07-11
Posts 1777West Virginia 
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Back To Yellow In all my years I haven't forgotten what it means to really live Years only gave me a truer sense in what a person can surely give Tonight I caught a glance back to when life was at it's best And, yellow hits my aching heart that will not let me rest... God, how the memory of it all finds one so young and small But, I've grown partial to the time when I know I had it all So, take me back to yesterday for a closer look again I want to hold the dearest memories where the yellow never ends... There you will find the house that stood in a graveled space alone And, within those yellow walls was the place that we called home Now, there's that outlined distance that was stretched in cast iron black And, behind that fence I can surely recall the sweetest years that's passed... There's the family with so little but hearts got bigger everyday And, we just placed our faith in what we had and let the rest just slip away How I can see the certain times true family then would ring And, no matter the storm, we didn't care, we lived for what our love could bring... When the bitter walls with ice inside found a winter season storm You'd find our bodies resting on that kitchen stove door trying to keep warm But, how the winter seemed to bring us even closer in the years Still you'd never find a bitter heart and rarely any tears... Take me back to yellow just to feel what love was like I don't care if I have to sleep again through another stormy night I'll take the cold and I'll take the snow to live it like before I miss my family, my whole meaning, behind that old and wooden door... I can't forget how my Dad would clear his throat in what he wished he could have done And, how I'm sure he asked for winter to hurry so we'd have that summer sun But, I remember knowing he couldn't stand seeing the hungry family he struggled for But, take me back to yellow and, Dad, I'd live hungry a million times more... Then, there was my Mama in a hard day's work with her children everyday And, it was common to find my Mama off alone while she would pray And, throughout the day you could hear the church radio in the air She found comfort in what little we had knowing God was always there... Take me back to yellow just to hear it play throughout my mind So, I can say yellow was always the way to my families most grateful times There was little, but a lot, when moments made me who I am Take me back to yellow to live with my Mama and Daddy again... Saun Sauni :) Have you ever known the color grey when the nighttime finds you weak I have, I've walked that road each time; that's where my angel sleeps |
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Mark Bohannan Member Rara Avis
since 2000-06-21
Posts 7269In the winds of Cherokee song |
Beautiful verse...especially liked the following lines. When the bitter walls with ice inside found a winter season storm You'd find our bodies resting on that kitchen stove door trying to keep warm But, how the winter seemed to bring us even closer in the years Still you'd never find a bitter heart and rarely any tears... You are growing and shining more with every new day. |
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Sudhir Iyer Member Ascendant
since 2000-04-26
Posts 6943Mumbai, India : now in Belgium |
An extremely beautifully rendered poem... with excellent images... Thanks for sharing... My regards, sudhir |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
O so many memories...so well said...I know your yellow walls...Saunni, this sings.... |
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ladysixstring Member
since 2000-07-27
Posts 374 |
You gave me chills... you gave me tears. The most unexpected memories are sometimes our fondest!! -jaimie Website: www.ladysixstring.com |
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