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Oh, It's So Amish Here
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Oh, It's So Amish Here |
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Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania 
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Oh, It’s So Amish Here Oh, it’s so Amish here among The rolling fields of yellow corn! Each dawn is like a child at birth So clean and fragrant, freshly born Delight is in a cantaloupe Plucked ripe and plump and nicely sweet And bounty fills a wooden bin With what the Lord provides to eat Tranquility is in the stream From little brooks, from crystal springs And peace is in the earth and sky And music’s what the swallow sings I found a place to heal my heart That once was shattered, frail and torn Oh, it’s so Amish here among The rolling fields of yellow corn! Elizabeth Santos September 6, 2005 |
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DennisTheMenace Member
since 2005-09-04
Posts 240 |
What a tasty poem U rite, bring me a funnel cake with lots of powder sugar Yum, Beaut country, U expres it so well |
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Larry C
since 2001-09-10
Posts 10286United States |
Aw Elizabeth, What a wonderful write. A great place to heal, I am sure. Not to mention all those little ones in the picture! Sounds like you are blessed indeed. Fun write and makes me long for fall.  If tears could build a stairway and memories a lane, I'd walk right up to heaven and bring you home again. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
 awesome! |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Simply beautiful Elizabeth. Your writing is always a joy to read. Hugs~Nancy Something tugs at me, I've no doubt of that. |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
I miss it Liz, and your Amish home is held here in my heart.  I’ve experienced this place that heals the heart, Fell in love with it all right from the start. I saw a big Clydesdale on an Amish farm Then felt a strong jab from Liz on my arm. “A Clydesdale! Sharon, you're kidding of course?” She giggled, “My friend, that’s an Amish work horse!” Sure looked big to this city girls eyes, Their way of living became a real surprise. These people could teach us a thing or two, The difference between want, and what will do. Living examples of using this God-given land Each day they plant, give each other a hand. I will never forget my hostess, or her Amish home, No matter how far I go, or where I may roam. |
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Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania |
I will never forget the visit of the "Passionate POets" to my home. I still recall our trecks through the countryside and a city girl's take on tractor-less plowing. Sharon, you make me laugh even when you're not here. But why not plan another visit. All poets from passions are always invited, of course. I've been absent for a while, dealing with illness and reorganizing my life in dealing with it, but I am set now in my new home and ready for company. THanks, SHaron for posting this picture and your delightful poem Love you Liz |
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Martie
Moderator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Liz....you brought back such a sweet memory for me that now I'm feeling homesick for your home.  |
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Denise
Moderator
Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
Beautifully expressed, Elizabeth. I'm so happy to see you here again. Check your email! |
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scorpio Member Ascendant
since 2002-10-02
Posts 5178right...there |
Sounds like a wonderful place. believe in what your heart feels... |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Elizabeth, This is such a delight to read.  |
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Nan
Administrator
Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-20
Posts 21191Cape Cod Massachusetts USA |
Touche, Lizzie - I'll call... A magic place where time stands still, In sleight illusionary way; As country folk remand new will By clinging fast to simpler day. Reliving epochs seen as past, As yesterday from morrow's shorn Defying modern day's repast, Time spent to greet earth's sprouting corn. Life's wheel bespoke divergent cog, In turn enjoined, allied at busk; As kernels grown of common cob. A harvest pared of silken husk. Our choice to till past fields secure, Predicting crops yield just amount; Or opt future's magic allure - To forge great lakes and move staid mount |
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icebox Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 4383in the shadows |
"...peace is in the earth and sky" *smile* |
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Nightshade
since 2001-08-31
Posts 13962just out of reach |
Tranquility is in the stream From little brooks, from crystal springs And peace is in the earth and sky And music’s what the swallow sings Sounds like heaven Elizabeth. Much enjoyed. hugs, Chris Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance. |
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Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania |
Oh, Nan, please post this poem as a thread. If I, in some way, inspired such writing, I shall feed you little tidbits of verses every day, and you can reciprocate with splendid poetry like this. You still have that loveli-Ness touch. You should write more often (look who's talking!) With much appreciation to all for your comments, Liz |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
there is a place we can find and live, even if just for moments, and you dear lady, have not only found this place, but never keep it to yourself, you would rather beam it's happiness on all who know you... Yes, it certainly is Amish here...love and hugs dear lady of the day... thank you for writing and gifting... |
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miscellanea Member Elite
since 2004-06-24
Posts 4060OH |
Love the way your worlds trickle out so naturally and is so easy to visualize. Enjoyed! miscellanea |
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