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Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania 
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"Oak Spring" It's hidden deep within the woods A hidden place within my mind Approaching it now thrills my heart! A secret place no one would find Among the hills, nestled deep Remembrances of former years A winding way through field and wood And then it suddenly appears Framed in green of summer woods A clearing for both house and stream A lush green carpet greets the way And jogs the memories of my dream It hasn't changed in all these years The house built snug 'gainst wooded hill A thousand shades of summer green Surrounds the place of childhood thrill A house with walls of covered log A fireplace as tall as I The centuries old abode still sits And weathers snow and sunny sky Its history wouldn't have come to light If not for one who stopped one day He told us of the underground A railway stop along the way His siblings numbered twelve or more And grew up in this lovely place Descendents of a running slave The memories brought tears to his face He looked around in disbelief It hadn't changed in all those years He thanked us for the moments dear And then he wiped away his tears No lovelier acreage in all the world This quaint old home as a child I knew That sits beside a mighty oak A secret known to very few And now I stand to gaze upon The beauty of this hidden place The childhood home, the crystal stream Brought tears to fall upon my face Elizabeth Santos |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
This is breathtaking, Elizabeth. Simply breathtaking. Denise |
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Balladeer
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
I couldn't agree more. |
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Mike Member Elite
since 1999-06-19
Posts 2462 |
Simply wonderful. |
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