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Homecoming Hayride
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Homecoming Hayride |
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Mistletoe Angel 
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
 Homecoming Hayride By: Lisping Hibiscus 10/10/08 . . . “Veedon Fleece” suffused the heartland, that early October day, when we had smiles free of crows feet, regaling through that corn maze. On the back of a 1906 Case steam tractor, all gussied up in our dungarees, I was Tom Sawyer, you were Becky Sue, exchanging promised land fantasies… I restlessly wander, grasping for my youth, where poplars burn like flaming torches all too soon, and the trees begin their betrayal again… …but through this illustration of time passing by, I see a mosaic of your face speckling the hillside, as the trees begin their betrayal again… We knew less the more we saw, journeying along on that rutted trail, now that I see things so clearly, I’m left scrambling for pieces swept by autumn’s gale… As the cornstalks turn auburn, and the fireflies dwindle to none, capriciously I drift like a flock of golden plovers, chasing the cruel sun. I restlessly wander, grasping for my youth, where poplars burn like flaming torches all too soon, and the trees begin their betrayal again… …but through this illustration of time passing by, I see a mosaic of your face speckling the hillside, as the trees begin their betrayal again… You told me autumn is our second spring, where every leaf is a flower in full swing, how could a biting wind, take hostage of our genial breeze. I restlessly wander, grasping for my youth, where poplars burn like flaming torches all too soon, and the trees begin their betrayal again… …but through this illustration of time passing by, I see a mosaic of your face speckling the hillside, as the trees begin their betrayal again… . . . . . I restlessly wander, grasping for my youth, where poplars burn like flaming torches all too soon, and the trees begin their betrayal again… …but through this illustration of time passing by, I see a mosaic of your face speckling the hillside, as the trees begin their betrayal again… . . . . . I restlessly wander, grasping for my youth, where poplars burn like flaming torches all too soon, and the trees begin their betrayal again… …but through this illustration of time passing by, I see a mosaic of your face speckling the hillside, as the trees begin their betrayal again… "If we have no peace, it is because we have forgotten that we belong to each other" Mother Teresa |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Dear Noah, this is a very impressive Fall poem, I love it. Of course you are in your full summer days and such feelings are premature. But you do speak for us ... A great melancholic song, expressed by your fine talent. Love, Margherita |
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