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The Steeple
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The Steeple |
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MICHELMAS Member
since 2012-02-15
Posts 305Lancashire England 
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The Steeple When as a child my fingers did a Steeple make And through the doors my eyes to peek And there the altar see Within my mind, I often thought, these things were true Memories fading as I grew Selecting what to see. And then my youth, when I knew all, the right and wrong Don't tell me please, and girls to tease And how my eyes did roam And when a man, into my life, a woman came No longer now a teasing game And then the altar see My children then, their fingers did a Steeple make And through the doors their eyes to peek Did they the altar see Within their mind, what did they think, a Love so true Watching proudly as they grew Selecting what to see My children now have children too, new Steeples make, And through the doors, when their eyes peek I wonder what they see And slowly as the mem'ries fade, the years go by Until the day, my altar see And Time has slipped away |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
"Selecting what to see." I love that line in a poem which has many I could quote. Progression in the DNA chain marches on and holds a steady course toward death's door. ~*~ If they give you lined paper, write sideways. ~*~ |
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Startime1955 Senior Member
since 2012-04-22
Posts 1072Alberta, Canada |
*grin* I remember...'Here's the church and here's the steeple..." Ah yes those days went too fast...I think that are grandchildren just see us as wonderful and loving...time goes by but our minds and heart are forever young...a wonderful read |
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