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descriptive - well done...
posted by
_Symphony_
on October 2, 2006 at 3:12 AM
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Mother nature has her way of showing everyone that she controls the skies
posted by
Kat02
on October 1, 2006 at 1:23 PM
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I HAVE NOT FIND WORDS TO COMPARE OR TO WRITE BUT YOU HAD WRITTEN IT ALL FROM YOUR PURE SOUL REACHING ABOVE THE SKY ELGANT UNIQUE AND RARE,,
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posted by
NAJWA
on October 1, 2006 at 10:30 AM
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What a great job, if you're young and fit.
Manning the gates at a level crossing. At night. I expect you could read or listen to the radio to your heart's delight. But obviously it would be very important not to get too engrossed! A great read.
posted by
Antonionioni
on October 1, 2006 at 9:28 AM
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Very good, I liked this....
...felt like I was there. You must have been very brave!
This is my sister's poem which I told you about. She has been dead three years now, so I think it was written about ten years ago. She was returning from visiting her boys and their families in Brighton.
ABIDE WITH ME.
Glowing harmoniously over the valley
touching the little houses clustering
down to the sea, clouds, magnificent
apricot and white diffusing light.
Somewhere out there riding the high sky
my melancholy, leaving behind my progeny,
all back ther bedding down for
the night like Noah's Ark animals.
Myself through the dark tunnelling
chalk of marine organisms,
travelling back to the saffron lights
of London, the indifferent proliferation.
Sunset irradiates the dusty train window
washing over me like anaesthesia,
my reflections settle, accepting the
inevitable, anointing the rites of passage.
The journey becomes as insubstantial
as a visit to Father Christmas, the
painted scenery rolling round a wonderland,
the Earth turning over to sleep, to sleep.
posted by
nonconformist
on October 1, 2006 at 8:45 AM
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