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Our Little Golden Girl From Our Hippie Era Lost

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Rosemary J. Gwaltney
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~ ~ ~
In
the first part
of the seventies, you
were our fairy hippie child; running
freely nude as we all did.  Little girl as complex as a maze.
Wild giggles sprinkling freely across your face, alternating with
those solemn ways, and faraway sweet thoughtful gaze.
Your mind was made up of such tender, mystic
things. The only missing entity was
wings.
~ ~ ~
I thought perhaps you could have been
my sweetest recompense
for all the years of sorrow that had
made my muse intense.
~ ~ ~
You were our
fairy hippie child; curling
tendrils golden around your fairest face;
enchanting daughter gifted with the rarest grace,
laughter ever bubbling from an endless inner font; our love
and snuggles proved to be all you could ever want.
~ ~ ~
In those years of carefree hippiedom, we couldn’t have craved for more,
than a radiant bouncing daughter who loved hearing faery lore;
with shining eyes as round and green as a marble's richest core;
luminous and passionate as your innocence of spirit.
Life was such simplicity.  My soul could clearly hear it.
~ ~ ~
It was a dauntless musical culture we whole-heartedly embraced.
Long loose hair and dresses; bell-bottoms and bliss;
tapestries; bluez, and greenz. Nights’ rapturous sagas sensually laced
with incredible, voluptuous scenes. How could we ever have
wished for more than this,
with our three babes, in love encased ...
~ ~ ~
Captivating us with your charmed and
loving faces. Are there now
left any traces?
~ ~ ~
One emotional, one contemplative, one resourceful,

you were all miraculous ...

to us.
~ ~ ~

~ ~ ~





[This message has been edited by Rosemary J. Gwaltney (edited 05-11-2000).]
© Copyright 2000 Rosemary J. Gwaltney - All Rights Reserved
Seymour Tabin
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1 posted 05-11-2000 04:05 PM       View Profile for Seymour Tabin   Email Seymour Tabin   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Seymour Tabin

Rosemary,
When you write from the heart, my eyes smart.
And your talent shines like the sun.
But it is high noon and your latern hangs from the moon.  
A wonderful exceptional piece. *L*
brian madden
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2 posted 05-11-2000 04:10 PM       View Profile for brian madden   Email brian madden   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for brian madden

innocence is such a beautiful thing, when it is destroyed a great tragedy has happened. I missed the 60's by about 20 years but thanks for allowing me to be there. A beautiful poem amazing imagery, thanks for brightening this cold day in the Millennium without innocence.
X Angel
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3 posted 05-11-2000 05:14 PM       View Profile for X Angel   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for X Angel

Ohhh I liked this!   I made it into the Summer of '69 by 2 days!
This was a really lovely tribute to your family. As always your writing reaches into my heart.
~Heather
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4 posted 05-11-2000 11:05 PM       View Profile for Marge Tindal   Email Marge Tindal   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Marge Tindal's Home Page   View IP for Marge Tindal

Oh, Rosemary~
So well told, this tale of happy times.
Nobody does it with more vivid imagery than the muse within your heart.
Beautifully done, sweetheart.
~*Marge*~


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Martie
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You know I can just see you, I even think I may have been there in the backgroud in my madras skirt and sandles with wavy hair to my waist...and a babe or two holding on...so lovely the way you capture time.
Rosemary J. Gwaltney
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6 posted 05-12-2000 01:50 AM       View Profile for Rosemary J. Gwaltney   Email Rosemary J. Gwaltney   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Rosemary J. Gwaltney's Home Page   View IP for Rosemary J. Gwaltney

Seymour - your words are poetry in themselves, and I appreciate them more than I can tell!

brian madden - thanks for letting me know you felt you got a look into the past through my poem.  That was a treat!

X Angel - thank you for your appreciation!  You missed a truly special decade or so.

Marge - I'm really tickled that you enjoy my imagery!  Thank you for your tireless lovely comments!

Martie - your response was so sweet!  If you want to peek, I did stick a picture of the first five of us, the way we looked back then, (except Dale didn't have his usual bell-bottoms on), in my site, Crossing Rivers, on the Musings and Memories page, with this poem.  I can almost see you there, too, with your babes! (I still wear sandals, and my hair is still long enough to sit on.)  I'll never truly get over those wonderful times.  I don't like the way our society has changed, very much.  Ah, sweet memories!



 The spiritual wind that holds survivors aloft, plants the seeds from which bloom new hope ... R.J.G.

winterinblue
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7 posted 05-12-2000 02:26 PM       View Profile for winterinblue   Email winterinblue   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for winterinblue

I like this poem.  It gives me a glimpse into  the past.
Denise
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8 posted 05-12-2000 02:41 PM       View Profile for Denise   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Denise

Those care free happy times will always live in our hearts! This is so lovely.

Denise
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9 posted 05-12-2000 06:13 PM       View Profile for lucky   Email lucky   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for lucky

Words can never paint the picture fully as we tend to leave out many of the greater parts. I'm truely glad I have those pieces to fill the gaps. What a story it was too, no one would believe where we've come and how far since we've come. God has sure blessed us today... I love you dearly Rosemary

Love: (Lucky) Dale



 If I could paint a portrait, of this life in which I've led, and somehow sketch a story, of the visions in my head, I'd start out with a canvas, stretched tightly in a frame, and in the bottom corner, I'd leave room to sign my name. (Michelle A. Bartley)
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