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Birchwood Lodge |
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Huan Yi Member Ascendant
since 2004-10-12
Posts 6688Waukegan 
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. The sea rolls Into the bay And laps the shore White clouds above Slowly cross the sky Which itself is a pale blue That hovers over the autumn trees There are fishing boats Going out to tend their nets A freighter coming in From Sault Saint Marie A passing breeze Rustles the maple leaves I hear my name . |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
This sounds so beautiful, John, and calming. M |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Wonderful observations...James |
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Seoulair Senior Member
since 2008-03-27
Posts 807Seoul S.Korea |
beauty in softness. |
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2islander2 Member Ascendant
since 2008-03-12
Posts 6825by the sea |
i can feel the moment... yann |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
Lovely moment caught in time. Ida |
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gilead Senior Member
since 2008-03-10
Posts 1067nevada, USA |
I am drawn into this magnificent poem, and I can see the rustling leaves, and feel the wind upon my face. Superbly done. Art |
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