| Open Poetry #11 |
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When I Turn Ten |
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Mike Member Elite
since 1999-06-19
Posts 2462 |
When I turn ten, ...I'll run away, I'll sail the seas, ...feel ocean's spray, Ride a camel, ...go fly a plane, Or fight a bull, ...in sunny Spain, I'll go to bed, ...at sun's first rise, Each day awake, ...to new surprise, 'Cause when I'm ten, ...I'll have no fear, "Come in now Mike," ...what's that I hear? It's Mom, I guess, ...I'll have to wait, Because you see, ...I'm only eight. |
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SEA![]()
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Member Seraphic
since 2000-01-18
Posts 22676with you |
My son is eight and I swear, this is SO him wonderful.......touchin this mommmie's heart -SEA |
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Rosemary J. Gwaltney Senior Member
since 1999-08-26
Posts 997northern mountains, Idaho |
I absolutely love this! Love it, love it, love it! |
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inot2B Member Elite
since 2000-09-18
Posts 2205Arkansas |
Yes, yes, I had so many plans. Some I did but most was lost to the years. You did an excellent job of dreaming. |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Mike--you captured the little boy in you--and I'll bet he's still there. |
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Butterflies_dont_cry Member Elite
since 2000-03-06
Posts 3733Michigan |
Loved it Mike...reminds me of my own little imp |
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Marge Tindal![]() ![]() ![]()
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Mike~ Awww ! I like this one bunches. One of those smile-a-mile moments. ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ [email protected] |
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kaile![]()
since 2000-02-06
Posts 5146singapore |
this brought me a smile...yup, it seems like i dared to dream more when i was younger, gosh what has happened over the years?... a timely reminder for me to be eight again... ![]() |
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dgvarner Member Elite
since 2000-05-13
Posts 3552High Springs, Florida |
ah yes... when i was eight i had no fear... i knew that mom was waiting near... i love this so much..funny how we get older and start thinking about the mechanics of things--the parts of things that bring concern, fear...we think too much ....wouldnt it be nice...to be 8 again..or 10 ![]() i must save this in my library thanks for the little walk...down that lane... hugs, gale< !signature--> "people who need people are the luckiest people..." barbra s. [This message has been edited by dgvarner (edited 12-13-2000).] |
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