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0 posted 2000-07-01 04:05 PM

I walked along hot dusty roads, at end of summer day,
Feeling sorry for myself, no one with whom to play,
Exiled to my grandpa's farm, on Kansas plain untreed,
From the city had been sent, was one less mouth to feed.

Twelve years old in isolation, no children within sight,
So I wandered country lanes, in anger at my plight,
One day I came upon a house, rough hewn and poorly built,
On the porch a rocking chair, on chair, a faded quilt.

Through gateless fence, with peeling paint, I walked through unmown lawn,
It looked as if, no one was home, as if the owner's gone,
Then I heard a friendly voice, a girl with golden hair,
Calling from rope swing out back, from lone oak standing there.

"Will you come and play with me, I'm lonely can't you see,"
I ran and joined my new found friend, as happy as can be,
Suddenly my fate had changed, my exile now was pleasure,
As I played with Mary Lou, my newfound friend, my treasure.

Was getting late, was time to go, grandpa would be worried,
So said goodbye to Mary Lou, and down the road I scurried,
Grandpa asked what I had done, this hot and humid day,
I told him of my Mary Lou, and how with her did play.

With a look of puzzlement, grandpa scratched his head,
Said perhaps its getting late, for you it's time for bed,
The next day bright and early, grandpa called to me,
Let's go for a little ride, to see what we can see.

He drove me to a rough hewn house, with oak tree out behind,
Said let's take a walk out back, to see what we can find,
We came upon a little knoll, beyond the lone oak tree,
A tiny cross with words inscribed, that grandpa read to me.

"Here lies our daughter Mary Lou, who now resides in heaven,
The angels came and took her home, when she was but eleven."
Grandpa took my hand in his, as walked back to his truck,
Not a single word was spoken, was if the words were stuck.

As we drove away that morn, I turned and looked behind,
Not knowing what I thought I'd see, or if I'd lost my mind,
I saw a porch and rough hewn house, a quilt on rocking chair,
And on a swing in oak out back, young girl with golden hair.

[This message has been edited by Mike (edited 07-01-2000).]

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1 posted 2000-07-01 04:29 PM

This poem left me with a 'sad' smile upon my face. Loved it !
Poet deVine
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2 posted 2000-07-01 06:41 PM

Beautiful and eerie!! I loved it.  
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3 posted 2000-07-01 08:30 PM

I love this story, of my favorites!  Your writing always is exceptional!
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4 posted 2000-07-01 09:11 PM

chilling story of pure pleasure.  left me speechless as well as breathless. good job.

P. J. Kotrch
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5 posted 2000-07-01 09:41 PM

Wonderful writing, Mike! Absolutely wonderful! I love it!


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6 posted 2000-07-01 10:38 PM

I couldn't help but read this
when I saw the
sister's name is mary Lou.

Oh Mike...I really love this and you have captured the whole thing just beautifully.

Wonderful writing and deserves to be in the book!  


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Your Lady June~

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7 posted 2000-07-01 11:03 PM

Gave me that little feeling of deja vu`
What a delightful tale within this rhyme.

~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~

Janet Marie
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8 posted 2000-07-01 11:26 PM

more perfection from your poets pen sir...

What the caterpillar calls the end ...
The world calls a butterfly
~Butterflies are meant to be free~

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9 posted 2000-07-02 03:06 PM

Thank you all kindly for your gracious comments...  if you're ever in Kansas, I'll introduce you to Mary Lou... *smile*
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10 posted 2000-07-05 10:21 AM

This is another of my favorites, as well...somehow I missed it before. Good writing, my friend.

~ Claire

Could a greater miracle take place than for us to look through each other's eyes for an instant?......Henry David Thoreau

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11 posted 2000-07-18 08:58 AM

Haunting story, beautifully done.  Loved it.  Bonnie
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12 posted 2000-07-18 09:39 AM

Hey Mike, very enjoyable. fascinating right to the end.


X Angel
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13 posted 2000-07-20 12:52 PM

oooh EERIE!

I like!

Heather Miller
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14 posted 2000-07-20 12:59 PM

Very gave me goose bumps  )

With God all things are possible.

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15 posted 2000-07-21 12:16 PM

lovely story...
simply great

If all was light...then I would have never learnt the dark...from which such truth evolves
from which evolves the light...
Avanti Rao

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16 posted 2000-07-22 04:37 PM

Oh, I do remember this tale well...another fine one from a master story teller  
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