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I can just picture the mother gathering up her "chicks" to keep them safe and dry! Thanks for sharing this, Jasmine.
Within the walls of the tree house the children played,
strewn about on the treehouse floor mad magazines were splayed,
Above the tree the clouds fell into sync grey in color and heavier as the time wore on,
Mother looked out the kitchen window at...
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- At 3:43pm on August 30, 2009,
Connie Arnold said…
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- At 6:51pm on February 28, 2009,
- Hi Jasmine, how are things going with you? We have several new members here who have added some beautiful poems. Hope you will stop by to read them when you get a chance!
Blessings, Connie
- At 6:19pm on February 9, 2008,
- Hi Jasmine,
I'm so happy to have you for a new friend! I look forward to reading your poetry and getting to know you more.
Blessings,
Connie
- At 12:01pm on February 9, 2008,
David Bingham said…
- Glad to hear you want to be my friend. I look forward to getting to know you and your poerty. Here is apoem I wrote about overseas friends.
The Flower of Friendship
There is a flower of friendship
It blooms throughout the years
Its petals never wither
Lives on in joy and tears
We live in different countries
Divided by the sea
But love that is between us
Brings you so close to me
Somehow I'm not forgotten
Though we are long apart
For friendship's flower that never dies
Lives on within our hearts
So thank you friend so precious
For all the love you show
And let that flower for ever more
In strength and fragrance grow
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Within the walls of the tree house the children played
Within the walls of the tree house the children played,
strewn about on the treehouse floor mad magazines were splayed,
Above the tree the clouds fell into sync grey in color and heavier as the time wore on,
Mother looked out the kitchen window at the treehouse outside,
A look of worry crossed her face as she realized a storm would soon approach,
Run she must do and get the three sons of hers,
Her three little chicks,
Back inside the house once again safe from the rain and into dry clothes.
strewn about on the treehouse floor mad magazines were splayed,
Above the tree the clouds fell into sync grey in color and heavier as the time wore on,
Mother looked out the kitchen window at the treehouse outside,
A look of worry crossed her face as she realized a storm would soon approach,
Run she must do and get the three sons of hers,
Her three little chicks,
Back inside the house once again safe from the rain and into dry clothes.
Posted on August 31, 2009 at 3:19pm — 1 Comment
Out above the trees the grey hovering clouds set the tone for the day
Out above the trees the grey hovering clouds set the tone for the day,
Setting myself into the petty pace out to the fields green in hue,
Buttercups, Lilies, Jasmine, Tulips all quilted into the earth by God,
The colorful expanse was like cotton candy to a small child,
Out above the clouds birds tried to fly above the precipitation that would set in soon.
:)
Setting myself into the petty pace out to the fields green in hue,
Buttercups, Lilies, Jasmine, Tulips all quilted into the earth by God,
The colorful expanse was like cotton candy to a small child,
Out above the clouds birds tried to fly above the precipitation that would set in soon.
:)
Posted on March 13, 2009 at 10:35pm — 3 Comments
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