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Where The Dreams Go To Die
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Where The Dreams Go To Die |
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John Yaws Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 860Texas 
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I almost wish that I could saddle up, And we could ride. To places known only to God... And there we could abide. And hear the wind just rustling- In the ash and pinion pine... And gaze into each other's eyes, Just below the timberline. But the days when we were dreamers- All now lie far in the past. And our dreams and aspirations- I fear are fading fast. Now the timberwolves are howling- And the hunting eagles cry... Out there in the wild Sierras- Where the dreams all go to die. First the bustle of our living- Seems to drain us of our will. To seek our dreams of happiness Our longings to fulfill... Then we awake to realize- How fast our days did fly... And long to seek, and find, the place, The dreams all go to die. |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
nicely done... I enjoyed |
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catalinamoon
since 2000-06-03
Posts 9543The Shores of Alone |
Very nice. "Where the dreams go to die". Something to think about. Sandra |
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Trillium
since 2001-03-09
Posts 12098Idaho, USA |
I hope all of your dreams have not gone off to die! We all need to hang on to a few! Really nice poem. Betty Lou Hebert |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
"First the bustle of our living- Seems to drain us of our will. To seek our dreams of happiness Our longings to fulfill... Then we awake to realize- How fast our days did fly... And long to seek, and find, the place, The dreams all go to die." So true.....well written! |
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2dalimit Member Elite
since 2000-02-08
Posts 2228Mississippi coast |
Great job. This one really hit home. Melton |
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