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[aid] => Mick
[title] => Valley Of The Ferns...
[time] => 2003-03-07 10:00:00
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[bodytext] => On mossy rocks by cooling waters
Where ferns so wildly grow She sits to pen her heart on paper Of the feelings for her beau Across the dreamy ridge top Her thoughts wander to the day When he asked for her to be his bride So together they could stay Her sparkling eyes danced in tune To the rythm of her heart So happy and yet sorrowful For his ship was soon to part As he comforted her, he whispered My love,please do not fear For no matter where I journey I will always keep you near In the early morning hours He sailed off to distant shores And as the ship moved from the dock She feared she'd see her love no more With every passing week that Felt more like many years She would send him letters Touched with love and many tears One day a letter came to her Across the many miles It read "I'm coming home my love" Oh,how her heart smiled Time went by and came the morn She rose before the sun To wear the dress so newly sewn And a lace ribbon,his favourite one With a basket of fruit,bread and wine For a picnic just for two She set off for the dock as Her anticipation grew The ship was docked and waiting They knew she would be there And as she searched the many men She did not see her true love there The captain he stepped forward With shaky voice and teary eyed He regretfully informed her That her true love had died Somewhere in the darkness Of the night before the last A fever overcame him And it worked it's evil fast They wrapped him in his blanket The one that she had made And gave his body to the ocean Where he would've wanted to be laid For a moment she just stood there and Wondered what to do Then as his face came to her mind In her heart of hearts she knew Another letter had to be written One more for it was her turn So she gathered up her basket And headed for the valley of the ferns On mossy rocks by cooling waters Where ferns so wildly grow Her heart on paper in a bottle She sends down the stream to her beau [comments] => 5 [counter] => 184 [topic] => 32 [informant] => LovingWhispers [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SadPoetry )
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