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ethome
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0 posted 2001-10-19 01:28 PM


                The breath of spring was wild and free
                just after a winter's freeze
                and the colorful birds of the Eastern region
                were singing with gracious ease.

                The river was blue like the clearing sky
                the waves in the breezes played.
                The soil of the land was moist and prime
                for seeds in the months ahead.

                A man of long years looked over his fields
                his drawn face character lined,
                he watched the Terns as they rolled and reeled
                on winds of familiar time.

                On waves of thought straight from the past
                his mind pictured a young man,
                whose true love had come to him so fast
                like a child he'd asked for her hand.

                Beneath the starlit skies at night
                his arms had covered her fears
                Her golden hair in the soft moonlight
                left a vision beyond compare.

                Her voice came pleading to his ears
                "move on," she cried, "move on."
                Her final calling had come last year
                and now she was ghastly gone.

                Then the wagons creaked and the wheels squeaked
                and cedar rails marked the time
                when home dreams were the real scene
                and family was a frame of mind.
                Now a Cadillac rests by the old woodshed
                and the wagon rots in the barn
                and the old homestead where the children lived
                plays host to an old man's charms.

                Into his thoughts breaks a distant sound
                to bring back the dead from the past
                across the field there comes running abound
                a small curly haired lass.

                "Grandpa, Grandpa," was her jubuilant shout,
                "I've come to stay over the night!"
                and into his arms she jumped just about
                knocking him down with delight.

                Her small face cradled next to his neck
                he fought back the tears in his eyes.
                Out of his vision came the deepest respect
                for the gifts that his love left behind.

                Celtrue2000@E3B1G9

Repost for a friend


The role of poetry is to utter the un-utterable; to open up
spaces of consciousness and resistance; to language oppressions; to
re-language historie

[This message has been edited by ethome (edited 10-19-2001).]

© Copyright 2001 Eric Lewis True - All Rights Reserved
The Lady of Shallot
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1 posted 2001-10-19 01:31 PM


This is very moving...I enjoyed reading this so much!

-befriend yourself and you will never be alone-
Anna

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2 posted 2001-10-19 01:35 PM


This is a must for my library of favorites. What a great story, with memories and feelings to last a lifetime. Thanks for re-posting, as I had not read this one before.
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3 posted 2001-10-19 01:43 PM



How I remember this beautiful, heartful write!  How kind of you to repost for a friend...a very fortunate person, to have a poet such as you, to do this...

especially when you share with all of us!  Thank you for this, Ethome...now I can look forward to the afternoon...

and more soon, please?

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4 posted 2001-10-19 01:44 PM


ethome - this is very touching and brought a tear to my eye. Chris

Life is not measured by breaths you take, but by moments that take your breath away.

JamesMichael
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5 posted 2001-10-19 02:04 PM


Wonderful ethome...James
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6 posted 2001-10-19 02:11 PM


Beautifully done ethome...enjoyed very much..

               ~Victoria~

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7 posted 2001-10-19 02:37 PM


Eric...this is a magnificent piece of work.  You should be very proud of this!  Into my library it goes!  ~hugs, Nancy~


  ~Time has cast a spell on you,
So that you won't ever forget me.~

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8 posted 2001-10-19 02:52 PM




(tears fall down my cheeks) Oh Eric, this is so so touching and so so beautiful! (big hugggssssss) What a beautiful blessing it is to have someone so dear keep you company and share the blessings outside! (sigh) Your heart always shines with true love! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Eric, thank you for sharing!

May love and light always shine upon you!

Love,
Noah Eaton

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9 posted 2001-10-19 03:09 PM


ehtome--I'm so glad to see this reposted...it is such a tender story of love, written into reality with your capable pen.  Thank you.
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10 posted 2001-10-19 04:24 PM


This is so beautiful... I loved every line of it (though some had to be read through tears *S*)
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11 posted 2001-10-19 04:35 PM


Ethome,
A beautiful write one I enjoyed.

Startime
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12 posted 2001-10-19 07:46 PM


Eric, such beauty. Through my tears I felt the softness of this poem. It sings gently on the heart. Beautiful. Thank you so much, for sharing your talent with me.

Love I leave with you whether it is in your life now or yet the essense of your dreams.

Suzanne Arlene
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13 posted 2001-10-19 08:19 PM


Now  that was such a sweet poem. I had to read it twice to just enjoy the flow of love that comes from your words.Thank you for the great read
Paula Finn
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14 posted 2001-10-19 10:55 PM


You sweet poet, you touch me...always
Tracey
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15 posted 2001-10-19 11:00 PM


This is such a beautiful story. And a beautiful message in it too, that we all leave a little piece of ourselves behind. This was truly touching

If she who dies with the most toys wins, then can I have some toy boys please?

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