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The Bunker Window
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The Bunker Window |
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aziza Member Elite
since 2006-07-09
Posts 2995Lumpy Oatmeal makes me Crazy! |
From one small window I watch For ships or planes I watch for intruders For an enemy I don’t know From the sky they could come Or from the waters that are deceptively calm But can smash cliff walls and fishing boats With the anger of relentless waves I watch silently from my perch above the sea And only see beauty before me I hear peace I hear no planes I see no ships Families were moved from their islands And placed far away to a home that is no home I wonder if the elders are eating And I wonder if the children cry at night Sometimes, when I lie in the dark, I hear their sorrow I wonder as I wait and watch From this small window For ships or planes And I am homesick I just want to go home Alison |
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Alison 
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
For you, Doc Moose. A |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Dear Alison, this was a very sensitive, poignant write and it feels really strange that back then when you posted it, it faded away without a comment! The coasts of the world show these sad signs of a time of war and all that it brought with it. Your window ponderings didn't fail to touch me deeply. Love, Margherita |
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Alison
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
Loverly, Margherita, thank you. xooxo A |
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