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A Romantic Heart Member Ascendant
since 1999-09-03
Posts 5496Forever In Your Heart 
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 Outside the gate, my feet did trod, walking upon murky sod, No greener grass found, no grass at all, just rocks and gravel, upon hard ground. Poking and proding, thorns and thistles, sticking, hurting, cursing. Evils fear came, trembling I ran, blood freezeing veins, back to the gate, Where home welcomed, senses were restored, the gate, I locked, threw away the key. What I have, is what I need, soft green grass, a loving comfort, beneath my feet. J. M. Barrie, the playwright, may have said it best when he wrote, “God gave us memories so that we might have roses in December.” [This message has been edited by A Romantic Heart (03-23-2007 04:24 PM).] |
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secondhanddreampoet Member Ascendant
since 2006-11-07
Posts 6394a 'Universalist' ! |
"Where home welcomed, senses were restored, the gate, I locked, threw away the key. What I have, is what I need, soft green grass, a loving comfort, beneath my feet." The above has me dreamin' of hearth and 'home' and the wafting green-soft images of Spring .....even though, of course, we can never truly go home again...and all that!....thank God cold, hard 'Reality' is only for those who lack 'imagination'! |
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A Romantic Heart Member Ascendant
since 1999-09-03
Posts 5496Forever In Your Heart |
 I agree, ha..ha you make me laugh with that ending comment! |
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Startime55 Member Elite
since 2003-04-05
Posts 2148Alberta, Canada |
Wonderful...it's a good thing there are so many of us dreamers around....I love the vision you paint with your words...*Big Hugs* |
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