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Oxford Hills |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Her shirt matched the even sky of the Oxford hills Her long garment covering her body To this she sat with ease The fair saunter of her eyes Onto the wielded fields of Oxford Her bangs of hair waved quietly As each strand circled the winds breathe The clouds moved east towards the slow rise of the sun Her brown , flat top shoes were a reminder Her legs, long, like the straight branches veering off into the wind Grandmas little gift from the old side of town She stroked her hair until nightfall The towns lights all but forgotten Along the Oxford hills, she sat until sunrise, undaunted. [This message has been edited by Tomer (08-24-2011 03:53 PM).] |
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JL Member Ascendant
since 2004-04-01
Posts 6128Texas, USA |
Nice write Tomer. Enjoyed. JL  |
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ebonygirl Member Elite
since 2011-07-14
Posts 2000California U.S.A |
Enjoyed your poem Tomer, Ms. E |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
JL, thanks. Hope all is well Cheers |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Thanks, Ms. E Cheers |
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