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Mike
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since 1999-06-19

Posts 2462

0 posted 2000-06-04 03:28 PM

Out beyond far side of town,
...at edge of mapled grove,
Amid the briars and the brambles,
...lays hidden treasure trove.

Goldenrod and primrose wild,
...rim bluestemmed grassy knoll,
Beneath cool shade of maples tall,
...a spot of heaven stole.

How I found this peaceful glen,
...I really do not know,
Was as if led, by unseen hand,
...on path of long ago.

Dead fallen log provides a throne,
...in midst of nature's grace,
As squirrels scamper through the limbs,
...of canopy's embrace.

Once was called Quivira's land,
...t'wixt Kansa and the Sioux,
Along the banks of Cowskin Creek,
...Comanche counted coup.

A cooling wind sings songs of old,
...where once a campfire shone,
Where warriors danced and coyotes howled,
...and now man sits alone.

[This message has been edited by Mike (edited 06-04-2000).]

Martie

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Member Empyrean

since 1999-09-21

Posts 28049
California

1 posted 2000-06-04 03:35 PM

Mike, you have painted me into this lovely place with your vivid description...all we need is a river full of trout. This is beautiful writing, my friend.

Irie
Senior Member

since 1999-12-01

Posts 1493
Washington State

2 posted 2000-06-04 03:39 PM

WOW!
Breath taking piece.
What a view you've seen here, and wrote in a way
that could be seen by others as well.
Great piece Mike

~Sheri

poetFemmeFatale
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since 1999-07-25

Posts 2646
Arkansas

3 posted 2000-06-04 03:45 PM

Haunting words of remembrance sir, yet so very vivid and beautiful. You paint fabulous history. I loved your dialect too, btw. Must be a Kansas thing...

Poet deVine

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since 1999-05-26

Posts 22612
Hurricane Alley

4 posted 2000-06-04 03:57 PM

I love this! Reminds me that when I go somewhere, I never buy a souvenir. I take a small rock from the place. You never know who walked on that rock in years past.

SpitFire
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since 2000-04-19

Posts 2396

5 posted 2000-06-04 06:01 PM

~Wow,...this is beautiful poetry here. Such a wonderfully vivid description,..I thank you for sharing it. *Peace.

Denise

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since 1999-08-22

Posts 22648

6 posted 2000-06-04 07:40 PM

Fabulous poem, Mike! I enjoyed this!

Sharon, I do the same thing! Rocks and seashells!

Denise

Jana Tovey
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since 2000-05-30

Posts 257
USA

7 posted 2000-06-04 07:54 PM

The history of this particular place must be the force that draws you to it. Lovely poem, beautiful settings.

Mike
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since 1999-06-19

Posts 2462

8 posted 2000-06-04 10:07 PM

Martie... hope you have some trout, because we are troutless here in Kansas, smile...
thank you for the beautifully written.
Irie... thanks muchly for the very gracious response.
Ms. Femme...  a Kansas thang?... what y'all saying there Arkansas girl?  smile...
appreciate the comment.
Ms. deVine...  I have already been accused of having a few too many rocks in the ole noggin... but that is fantastic idea...
Spitfire... a very gracious reply, thank you.
Denise... see above.. hehe  danke for the reply.  hope you are having luck in the job search..
Jana... thank you so much... one of my degrees is in history, so yes... I am drawn by the history of locations.

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