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Array ( [sid] => 12317 [catid] => 1 [aid] => Mick [title] => Where the Wildflowers Grow [time] => 2003-02-10 00:00:00 [hometext] => my past yesteryears, I urge you to read "child on the roadway" (that was my life at sixteen)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ [bodytext] => I held her today, and she wept in my arms,
her years are gone, never to be seen again,
and she knows time cannot replace what is now lost,
behind the picket fence, she was picking flowers,
and running in the warm wind,
her brunette hair flew free, she looked happy,
but the bruise on her heart I still can see,
its a dark wound that has followed her,
she wants so badly to crawl inside me,
and enter a new time, but she weeps,
and her tears must be heard,
though she looks happy in the warm blowing breeze,
she still holds that sorrow,
that emptiness,
a theft stold her childhood,
and left her helpless in so much need,
on a cold dark road, at sixteen,
she wonders what she did,
and time passes,
and the clock ticks another day,
she is beautiful,
so many have told her,
her eyes melt into nature,
they are brown, as mother earth,
but her sorrows are many,
I had seen her here before,
under the willow tree,
on the bench in the garden,
where the white picket fence stood,
I know her well,
and today I hold her,
she let me touch her,
and she cried in my arms,
and I rocked her to sleep,
she needed rest,
she's been through so much,
and so I cradled her in my arms,
in the endless breeze,
her eyes closed, and she slept,
with a comfort blanket for the first time,
she belongs to me,
my reflection,
part of the infinity cloud,
that was cut short,
and made to become an adult,
at the tender age of sixteen,
she hungered, and slept behind vacant buildings,
I held her in my arms today,
she let me touch her,
she knows I understand,
the heartache, the pain,
the anguish, the agony,
I have seen her here before,
she sits on the bench under the willow,
today we cried, and we needed too,
because we grow together,
she and I are one,
on the bench, in the garden,
where the wildflowers grow!

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Where the Wildflowers Grow

Contributed by Valerie_Pearson on Monday, 10th February 2003 @ 12:00:00 AM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry

I held her today, and she wept in my arms,
her years are gone, never to be seen again,
and she knows time cannot replace what is now lost,
behind the picket fence, she was picking flowers,
and running in the warm wind,
her brunette hair flew free, she looked happy,
but the bruise on her heart I still can see,
its a dark wound that has followed her,
she wants so badly to crawl inside me,
and enter a new time, but she weeps,
and her tears must be heard,
though she looks happy in the warm blowing breeze,
she still holds that sorrow,
that emptiness,
a theft stold her childhood,
and left her helpless in so much need,
on a cold dark road, at sixteen,
she wonders what she did,
and time passes,
and the clock ticks another day,
she is beautiful,
so many have told her,
her eyes melt into nature,
they are brown, as mother earth,
but her sorrows are many,
I had seen her here before,
under the willow tree,
on the bench in the garden,
where the white picket fence stood,
I know her well,
and today I hold her,
she let me touch her,
and she cried in my arms,
and I rocked her to sleep,
she needed rest,
she's been through so much,
and so I cradled her in my arms,
in the endless breeze,
her eyes closed, and she slept,
with a comfort blanket for the first time,
she belongs to me,
my reflection,
part of the infinity cloud,
that was cut short,
and made to become an adult,
at the tender age of sixteen,
she hungered, and slept behind vacant buildings,
I held her in my arms today,
she let me touch her,
she knows I understand,
the heartache, the pain,
the anguish, the agony,
I have seen her here before,
she sits on the bench under the willow,
today we cried, and we needed too,
because we grow together,
she and I are one,
on the bench, in the garden,
where the wildflowers grow!

Copyright © Valerie_Pearson ... [ 2003-02-10 00:00:00]
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Re: Where the Wildflowers Grow (User Rating: 1 )
by ladyfawn on Monday, 10th February 2003 @ 12:26:02 AM AEST
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wow! valerie, this is sooo beyond excellent! huggs and love always nessa

Re: Where the Wildflowers Grow (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Monday, 10th February 2003 @ 12:56:03 AM AEST
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breathe taking write!!!!!!
I can relate.
Very good work!!!
emy

Re: Where the Wildflowers Grow (User Rating: 1 )
by LOWMAN613 on Monday, 10th February 2003 @ 09:16:09 AM AEST
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AAAHHH VAL, Big hug sent your way,really touching write,your heart is so huge,now I know why! Great one! Christina

Re: Where the Wildflowers Grow (User Rating: 1 )
by LadyDama on Monday, 10th February 2003 @ 03:14:21 PM AEST
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this is truly beautiful...

Re: Where the Wildflowers Grow (User Rating: 1 )
by Robert_Edgar_Burns on Monday, 10th February 2003 @ 03:20:02 PM AEST
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I think we all keep that 16 year old alive within us no matter what are physical age is. Our bodies may be 50 or more but our spirits are always 16! Loved this write.
Love,
Robert Edgar Burns

Re: Where the Wildflowers Grow (User Rating: 1 )
by ed on Tuesday, 11th February 2003 @ 11:42:40 AM AEST
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This made me tingle. A true work of art. Thank you.

Re: Where the Wildflowers Grow (User Rating: 1 )
by Ronald on Wednesday, 12th February 2003 @ 10:04:47 AM AEST
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I really 'feel' for this piece of work. It's so emotional... So touching... So sad... It moved me so much. Keep it up!

Re: Where the Wildflowers Grow (User Rating: 1 )
by Wrybod on Wednesday, 12th February 2003 @ 02:43:08 PM AEST
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LD
That brought tears

But when I reflected for a minute, there was something in the end that showed the strength of a generos heart.

You have an excetpional way of dealing (coping) with a very very sad past

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