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One of My Favorite Places (rp) |
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XOx Uriah xOX Senior Member
since 2006-02-11
Posts 1403Virginia 
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One Of My Favorite Places ******************** Standing atop a 'dozer hardened hill, looking over the criss-crossed carcasses of cutover; In the midst of devastation, lumber to mill, One sees a two acre section of woods, tall and unscathed. There, surrounded by track packed earth and barked debris pressed into high hills, in a land where it seems only briars give birth, stands this two acre patch of Paradise. Faultless and free; untouched and unhunted. An island in the sea; Oasis in the desert. Within this Eden, plush and green Sings an everlasting chorus; Day and night, birds viewed and unseen fill the air with song. Animals know of this little Shangri-La, and daily come here. Brown bunnies gather for games of tag and acrobatic exhibitions. Buck,fawn and doe, graze without fear in this magical wonderland. Within a rusty enclosure of wrought iron, un-gated, There lies a garden of grave markers. Five in number, with epitaphs abraded by weather and the passing of time. Closer inspection could possibly disclose who had been placed beneath the earth, But, there is no gate. Its completely enclosed. Entrance and disturbance had obviously not been in the original plan. Scarlet trumpets of honeysuckle clutch and climb the iron barrier. Sections have begun to buckle; but generations of hummingbirds have thrived upon the nectar. Until the sun begins to fade, and I must make my journey home; Here I sit, in soothing shade, beneath a canopy of fragrant wisteria. As the warm afternoon breezes of Spring blow through I come, to sit quietly Or to breathe soft tones through a tube of bamboo, and watch the May Apples dance. There are fairies here ! No, I am no liar. Perhaps they harvest the fern seeds, by which invisibility is acquired. My eyes have not witnessed them, But I often hear their soft giggles as the last note of each tune fades into silence. This is one of my favorite places. Where, although set aside for death... Life is abundant... and celebrated. *** |
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Victoria
since 2000-08-12
Posts 5869 |
This is absolutely gorgeous. Thank you for reposting as it is the first time I have read. Too many favorite lines to pick just one. ~Victoria Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs. |
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XOx Uriah xOX Senior Member
since 2006-02-11
Posts 1403Virginia |
Aw. Thank you, Victoria |
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latearrival Member Ascendant
since 2003-03-21
Posts 5499Florida |
I can not say "one of your best" because I love all you write. But I was there beside you this time,listening to the soft tones of the wind flute and listening to giggles of the faries.The scene was set out so clearly and yes I have had such a place stored in my memory.No grave stones, no gates, but who knows what secrets were buried there.Thank you Larry.I love the way your senses work to guide your fingers on the keys. Best,jo |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
This reminds me of the cemetary near here called Rose Hills where the wild life is abundant and you can see herds of deer and other wildlife up close because the seem to know they are safe there. Excellent read. Ida |
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EmmaRose Senior Member
since 2011-03-02
Posts 1376Midwest |
idllyic moment at its finest I was there, with you  |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
Dreamy, beautiful, not ready to leave there yet . . . Owl |
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ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
I could see the old ones, standing sentinel and waiting for first light for their chorus to chip and chatter ..."Within this Eden, plush and green Sings an everlasting chorus; Day and night, birds viewed and unseen fill the air with song"... Very picturesque! Enjoyed. |
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