I came across this ancient path and walked towards the light
And wondered why the end of lane was still so shining bright
My fantasy began to work and in my mind arose
A picture of a little girl and who she was? Who knows

She walked this lane quite frequently, her hand in Daddy’s hand
And he showed her the beauty and the secrets of this land
He told her ‘look those rows of trees are planted long before
The day that you were born my sweet and always there’ll be more

They’re growing tall and up above their branches will connect
They shelter us when sun is hot, thus treat them with respect’
The little girl looked up the trees and suddenly she saw
A little chipmunk, sitting there and he waved with his paw

‘Look here’ he said ‘this is my home and you are welcome dear
to visit my place any time whenever you are here’
The little girl looked at her Dad but he showed not one sign
That he had seen the chipmunk too and she thought ‘he is mine’

Her Daddy pointed down below towards the cobbled stone
‘If you should count each one your friend, you’ll never be alone’
She started counting ‘one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight
Nine, ten, eleven, twelf and more, I’m counting Daddy, wait

So many friends I’ve never had and they’ll be always there
And when I set my foot on them they do not really care’
Her Daddy took her hand again and walked her down to grass
‘They may look all the same to you but they are not my lass

Look close and you will see the beauty in each blade of green
And different flowers of a kind fast people’ve never seen
One flower smiled when she looked down and said in whispering voice
‘Whenever you want to lay down make this your place of choice’

Then slowly they came to the end where sun was shining bright
Her Daddy said ‘when you feel lost just walk towards that light
And even if I’m not around you’ll feel that warm embrace
Of nature kissing you my lass, right there on your sweet face’

That’s what I thought when I walked down this lane of history
And in my mind I knew right there, that little girl? Is me!

[This message has been edited by Titia Geertman (07-22-2003 09:10 PM).]

...somos los locos para siempre
para siempre te amo
   mi vida...

Beautiful Titia !!
Love this, Chris

"At one glance
I love you
With a thousand hearts."


— Mihri Hatun, Turkish poet  

    

My dear Dauchter
I am  be moved and in my mind I saw you and your lovely father, walking, your hand in his hand. Prachtig gedicht I am proud of you.
Mamma

Life on the internet begins at...90!

Like scattered leaves...my words will flow

[This message has been edited by timothysangel1973 (07-23-2003 09:58 PM).]