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A million stones |
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Titia Geertman Member Ascendant
since 2001-05-07
Posts 5182Netherlands 
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 a million stones on roads are layed where people walked and talked and prayed from early days in history so many tales still mystery tears of joy and sorrow spilled who knows how many dreams fulfilled kisses stolen in the night children playing in sun's light a million stones on roads are layed where people walked and talked and prayed ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This photo was taken at the museum village Orvelte, up North in the province Drenthe. The whole village was declared 'museum' long time ago. Like scattered leaves...my words will flow [This message has been edited by Titia Geertman (02-14-2005 08:44 PM).] |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
That's a beautiful road, a striking picture, and a thoughtful poem, Titia. Thank you for sharing this lovely! |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
Titia, this is a beautiful piece never thought of this before stones layed and all the things that happen there wonderful! |
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latearrival Member Ascendant
since 2003-03-21
Posts 5499Florida |
Titia, I love this. I love old stone roads, bricks and such. How serene this is. Thanks for sharing and I love your thoughts on this road. I can picture walking along and pondering the same as you. best, marty |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
Titia, this was a great poem. You just keeping getting better and better! What an interesting photograph, too!  ...jo |
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Balladeer
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
What a wonderful piece of writing, Titia.I ofthen think of things like that....sort of like "if these walls could talk", looking at apartments and imagining all of the things their walls have seen. A cobblestone road....imagine all of the thousands of people who have used that road, dating back hundreds of years and the stories of each. Lovers walking, people running, carts carrying milk, carts carrying weapons....the echoes of the cobblestones echoing the passages of time...I love this poem. |
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SmartChick Member Rara Avis
since 2001-09-23
Posts 7081On A Journey To The Unknown |
This is a wonderful poem, Titia! And, I love the picture. Thank you for sharing it. |
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Mysteria 
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
Wow Titia, this was truly exceptional. It has really made me think of many things after reading it. I loved the scene, so old that I wish that walk could talk.  |
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GG Member Elite
since 2002-12-03
Posts 3532Lost in thought |
Beautiful... both the poem and the pictue. I love to imagine the people that walked somewhere before me, what friendships were made and tears shed. Great job, Titia.  Always, Alyssa He was a man of sorrows |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
"a million stones on roads are layed where people walked and talked and prayed" How true this is. Lovely write and picture! |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
love the picture and words.... sort of lonely but a place I would love to walk~ M |
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NewEnglandlazurlu Member Rara Avis
since 2002-01-04
Posts 7470A Mountain Paradise |
Hi Titia, the rock lover that I am, just went crazy over this poem and the picture. We are heading to Prague in April; how I wish we could see you. But, you are far from the Czech Republic.  hugs, Marti A single sunbeam is enough to drive away many shadows. |
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Kristabell Senior Member
since 2003-11-29
Posts 678Portland, OR |
Nice. I enjoyed this. Thank you for sharing. Keep it up. Kristabell |
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Titia Geertman Member Ascendant
since 2001-05-07
Posts 5182Netherlands |
Thank you all very much for the lovely replies. I always want to take a peek in the past, just to feel the atmosphere of times gone by. Titia Like scattered leaves...my words will flow |
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