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Bronzeage Member
since 2007-07-20
Posts 197
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I am a zealot Don't try to talk me out of it. This place is too cold for you I'm going in and you are coming out under my arm or over my shoulder past nearsighted cowboys and blind plowboys who can't see you to where it is green and warm where lovers lie with the windows open in January and the neighbors wonder who he has with him tonight. I am a zealot. I know I am right. I am here to reap the sweet grain growing in a rocky field. Carry the corn in my hand and scatter the chaff back to the rocks that neither care or see the the green stalk that twists past them, seeking the sun. I know what is to keep and what to toss. A rock may warm in the sun but roll it over and it is still cold. The rocks will not know you are gone until they smell the bread baking in my oven. |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
awesome. |
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BBGrrl Member
since 2007-07-17
Posts 181BC, Canada |
John Wayne couldn't have said it better, Bronze. |
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bel1e Senior Member
since 2006-07-24
Posts 1631 |
Bronze~ I love this... |
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secondhanddreampoet Member Ascendant
since 2006-11-07
Posts 6394a 'Universalist' ! |
fine and interesting 'write'! I am particularly fond of: "I am a zealot. I know I am right. I am here to reap the sweet grain growing in a rocky field. Carry the corn in my hand and scatter the chaff back to the rocks that neither care or see the the green stalk that twists past them, seeking the sun" Applause!! |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
I really like this... especially the ending! *S* |
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