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Farm Dream
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Farm Dream |
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bags123 Member
since 2002-06-06
Posts 128 |
I dreamed I was a farmer Plowing rich and fertile fields. I plant the seeds,which bring new life and Autumns harvest yeilds She beckons me each springtime with the cool and gentle rains she sings her ancient songs to me in silent sweet refrains Her scent intoxicates my mind like some delicious food she anxsciously awaits my love so she can be renewed Reverently... I touch the earth whisper all the secret names Blood runs hot inside my head and deep inside my veins The soil's ripe and warm today, it feels moist in my hand I enter her ...she responds... more eagerly than planned As young lovers we embrace the day to dance the "Sun Kings" tune Re-vitalized by energy which chase the winters gloom. When evening comes and shadows fall you release me from my toils Anoint my face in twilights grace awash in salty oils. I walk to where my woman waits... she leads me to our bed Again I'll work in fertile fields before sleep fills my head |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
Love the illustrative implications in this Bags.....Very good write! Couldn't let a poetic statement wash down the board with just a zero beside it....Lo, and when I arrived, I was so pleased! |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
bags123, Very good, enjoyed the read very much. |
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Apachecat906 Member
since 2001-09-04
Posts 217Michigan, USA |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Like this...James |
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