Open Poetry #22 |
A Taste Of Southern Hospitality |
ctowen Member Elite
since 2001-10-18
Posts 2286Green Mountains of VT |
Along emeralds peaked moistened with morning dew Across the valleys weaked just by the touch of you Take me, from my sleep amist awakened dreams Make me, fully weep riding enlightened beams Stardust glistening wet honeysuckle in wine Hospitality met the Mason/Dixon Line create an addiction .... share a smile!! [This message has been edited by ctowen (08-27-2002 11:35 PM).] |
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the_loner_23 Member Ascendant
since 2002-06-08
Posts 5479Jacksonville, Florida, USA |
I like Cold hands means a warm heart |
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Mistletoe Angel
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
(smiles) Yay!!! I love the southland so much because so many people are so comely there and the surroundings are breathtaking! (big hugggsssss) This gave me a great vision of berry patches and farms, sweet friend, I love it, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Craig, thank you for sharing! May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton "Underneath your clothes there's an endless story..." |
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Nightshade
since 2001-08-31
Posts 13962just out of reach |
You just gotta love that southern hospitality!! I enjoyed this indeed. Chris Life is not measured by breaths you take, but by moments that take your breath away. |
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rosepetals25
since 2000-05-31
Posts 3076PA |
It's good to read some of your poetry again. You write so wonderfully Tara |
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Greeneyes
since 2000-09-09
Posts 9903In Your Poetic Mind |
you say it so well darlin' very nice Craig...The images are so peaceful....and the voice reading the poem, very southern' in my mind.... Lauren~ The ocean looks like a thousand diamonds strewn across a blue blanket |
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