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The Field |
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hoppy Member
since 2000-01-27
Posts 271 |
Late in the night, there he was, Existing by himself, just because. He sat for dinner, neith clouds fallen low; Watching for the day, waiting for the crow; Night faded quickly, pleading for the deed, Taking its home, showing its greed. As light broke open the day He heard the sound, then wished it away But the time has come, the daunting hour here, Great gusts of air, the blade draws near. Standing alone, his bravery none could surpass; Tis a mournful day-there falls another blade of grass ---Written by:Hoppy i could be bounded in a nut shell and count myself king of infinite space |
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Suetang Member Ascendant
since 2001-03-07
Posts 5187Melbourne, Australia |
Great imagery in this fine piece of writing. Take care....Sue I am in motion |
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garysgirl  
since 2002-09-29
Posts 19237Florida, USA |
This is a good poem.  "Love makes the world go around" |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
sad |
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enchantingvamp Member
since 2002-12-21
Posts 214Indiana, & NO there is NOT more than corn in Indiana, oughta go back to texas! |
Yes, this made me incredable sad, reminded me of too many nights staying up late because I'm not brave enough to fall alseep. Nature has a funny way of breaking that which will not bend....Jewell |
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