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Somewhere, Up The Road {inspired}
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Somewhere, Up The Road {inspired} |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989
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Apple blossoms, for miles spread out in beautiful consistency on display in full view were scented, so heavenly always, in the orchard right up the road. Even when time had moved us on into a different space; a different place where change came to alter life's course but within life oh, how we rejoiced when we gathered together in the orchard, right up the road. It was just around that same time of year when you were collecting apples and they found you lying there... I promise you dad I'll meet you there... in the orchard somewhere, up the road. {note* For some strange reason, no matter where we lived We were always near the orchards… every year my sisters and I would all meet at my dads house after he gathered the apples and make home made applesauce.} (Susan, thank you for your kind words that allowed such beautiful memories to visit….) live for today, dream of the future, and learn eternal truths from the past.. |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Donna....this is a very touching memory. Thank you for sharing it!  |
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Susan Caldwell Member Rara Avis
since 2002-12-27
Posts 8348Florida |
 How beautiful to take a memory such as that and turn it into a thing of love and devotion. "too bad ignorance isn't painful" |
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vandana
since 1999-10-22
Posts 10463USA |
good read |
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inkedgoddess Member Rara Avis
since 2002-11-19
Posts 7392Ohio |
your poem feels like home...mine was a beach.....me and dad on the shore |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
This is absolutely precious, Donna. I felt tears well up with that last couple of lines. ....jo |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
Donna This is a very sweet poem...as sweet as frost kissed apples...with a touch of alum in their skins in places...but the bitter spots are well diluted in the end by a lovely promise... And that promise is what matters now... Enjoyed reading this this morning.. ------------ice ><> |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
An inspired Great Beauty...  Good morning, little one... . |
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Nightshade
since 2001-08-31
Posts 13962just out of reach |
Precious penning Donna. Hugs, Chris Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance. |
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Paul Wilson
since 2002-07-07
Posts 4711United States |
Donna...Did you get your fill of eating apples? I remember growing up and doing the same thing but with sweet South Louisiana oranges. We would eat them till we almost popped. Fresh orange juice every day before it was sold in the local grocery stores. Enjoyed sharing your memory about apples...Paul ~~To share my poems with you is to share my heart with you~~ |
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bgj Member
since 2005-11-09
Posts 128Ga. USA |
Beautiful words, beautiful poem. God bless, bgj |
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Goldenrose Member Elite
since 2003-05-30
Posts 3665 |
Reaching down the roads of the past is nourishing for the soul..your tribute was very well expressed Donna..i enjoyed the read...thank you.. Goldenrose. Desire for nothing except desirelessness,hope for nothing except to rise above all hopes, want nothing and you will have everything.avatar Meher Baba. |
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