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Mary Lou (repost for Halloween Challenge)
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Mary Lou (repost for Halloween Challenge) |
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Mike Member Elite
since 1999-06-19
Posts 2462 |
I walked along hot dusty roads, at end of summer day, Feeling sorry for myself, no one with whom to play, Exiled to my grandpa's farm, on Kansas plain untreed, From the city had been sent, was one less mouth to feed. Twelve years old in isolation, no children within sight, So I wandered country lanes, in anger at my plight, One day I came upon a house, rough hewn and poorly built, On the porch a rocking chair, on chair, a faded quilt. Through gateless fence, with peeling paint, I walked through unmown lawn, It looked as if, no one was home, as if the owner's gone, Then I heard a friendly voice, a girl with golden hair, Calling from rope swing out back, from lone oak standing there. "Will you come and play with me, I'm lonely can't you see," I ran and joined my new found friend, as happy as can be, Suddenly my fate had changed, my exile now was pleasure, As I played with Mary Lou, my newfound friend, my treasure. Was getting late, was time to go, grandpa would be worried, So said goodbye to Mary Lou, and down the road I scurried, Grandpa asked what I had done, this hot and humid day, I told him of my Mary Lou, and how with her did play. With a look of puzzlement, grandpa scratched his head, Said perhaps its getting late, for you it's time for bed, The next day bright and early, grandpa called to me, Let's go for a little ride, to see what we can see. He drove me to a rough hewn house, with oak tree out behind, Said let's take a walk out back, to see what we can find, We came upon a little knoll, beyond the lone oak tree, A tiny cross with words inscribed, that grandpa read to me. "Here lies our daughter Mary Lou, who now resides in heaven, The angels came and took her home, when she was but eleven." Grandpa took my hand in his, as walked back to his truck, Not a single word was spoken, was if the words were stuck. As we drove away that morn, I turned and looked behind, Not knowing what I thought I'd see, or if I'd lost my mind, I saw a porch and rough hewn house, a quilt on rocking chair, And on a swing in oak out back, young girl with golden hair. [This message has been edited by Mike (edited 10-06-2000).] |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Mike~ A tender and touching tale. Congratulations on the 2000th post. I enjoy reading your thoughts on such a variety of subjects. ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ noles1@totcon.com |
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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
Congratulations on post number 2000!!! I know when I see your name on a poem that I will be moved in some way. Thank you for sharing your talent with us for so long!  |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Oh Mike...I remember this one so well...I loved it then...and now..2,000..bet you didn't even know!!?? |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
Thanks for reposting this, Mike. It is one of my favorites of yours. Excellent! Denise |
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MissMilliToo New Member
since 1999-12-20
Posts 7 |
2000 Say ye??? That's simple SplendiferousNess As is this poem...   |
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