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The Closing
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The Closing |
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VAS Member Rara Avis
since 2000-11-16
Posts 7450Oregon |
This one was written on the final day of our tour, many highlights were experienced but one that is specifically mentioned is our visit to Plymouth, Massachusetts. Contemplating the difference in the motivation for being where we were compared to the Pilgrim's was stunning. Virginia Salter Someone’s just pulling the sands through the hour glass Spilling it on the beaches as we somewhat mournful pass. Trees line the highway but in the breaks, we espy A bit of water deep, deep blue as we go passing by. Approaching Sandwich to sip a bit of youth From the fountain that stands to shorten up our tooth. Sunlight filters through the cumulus above Brightening our final hours warming us with love. Tired and a bit depressed as we come nearer to the end Sadness builds within our hearts dreading that final bend. But thankful for the memories and the treasures we carry out And hopefully we’ll not spend our flights sitting in a pout. Yet rather in reverie of friends we’ve made and sights we’ve seen, Hopefully with photos, cryptic notes, they’ll remain quite keen. Nearer to Plymouth, are we, to touch the rock of life Marking the adventure met by those fleeing strife. Needing freedom to worship their God and Lord of Love Then kneeling in prayer, they raised their hands above. So this is where we spend our last so our bonding can grow no more As we traverse and have repast along this final shore. Such a contrast are we from our forefathers that were here Vacationing and touring rather than toiling and shedding many tears. Now soon we go, they’d marvel so, to our flights in Boston town For they were held fast as gravity kept them down. So say, “Goodbye!” and safe please fly to your homes go neah and fah. As the final leg of your journey’s made to your homes by bus or cah. Whether on the shoal or on the shore, |
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the_loner_23 Member Ascendant
since 2002-06-08
Posts 5479Jacksonville, Florida, USA |
I like it. Cold hands means a warm heart |
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wranx Member Elite
since 2002-06-07
Posts 3689Moved from a shack to a barn |
Indeed, we would be quite alien to our forefathers. Say, is that a Gucci bag? Sorry VAS, just part of the point. ~wranx In reply to "which way do we go?", the answer was never "straight", but, "progressively forward". |
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Daniel J D Senior Member
since 2000-10-01
Posts 1471Hillcrest, Queensland, Australia |
A real joy. Respond to my call and let the waves of my heart fill your life with the wonders of love |
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