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[aid] => Mick
[title] => Another Walk Today.*.........Part Two
[time] => 2003-09-29 04:45:00
[hometext] => A second of three continuations of my visit with Abigail. I dedicate this to Connie Sue, my new found friend. Hope you enjoy this as you have the first......Glo!
[bodytext] => Today was such a hectic day, as I stopped to collect my thoughts, What would really ease the stress is for me to take a walk. Not realizing where I was heading, just start walking I said to myself.........looking all around, The further I walked away from town, I began to notice a very familiar sound. It was the road, the unkept one, more overgrown and narrow, Grass so tall, tree branches more entwined. There on the top branch sat my friend, the Little Sparrow. It was as if he was expecting me he sang so loud and sweet. After a hectic day like mine it was such a soothing and welcome treat. I said, "Hello my little friend, how I've missed you so. Please keep singing that beautiful song as you guide me, Only you know the way to go. To take me back to where I long to be......... For I know that my sweet little friend Abigail, there she waits for me." A place where I can come to find peace and tranquility. There's no other place I'd rather be, I'm her ship, she truly is my sail, How I've missed her, my new found friend, Sweet Little Abigail. There she stood under the Big Chesnut Tree singing her song so sweet. I called to her, she turned and looked, she ran to me as if she had wings on her tiny feet. Myself looking forward to my visit with her, after such a hectic week. We greeted each other with hugs and smiles, we missed each other so, I thought about Mr. Willie when he told me "that this unkept road is no place for me to go." But oh how very wrong he was........besides he doesn't have to know. Abigail looked at me with her big blue eyes and said, "please stay a while, stay longer than before, I wish you could stay forever and never have to go." Abigail knew deep inside her heart that I could not stay, She said it was so lonely with myself and her parents being away. I just couldn't bring myself to tell her that they would never come back.......... Not having the heart to tell her that they died on the Railroad Tracks. Abby looked at me and said, " what games do you want to play?" The Sparrow was singing, the Sun was shining.......what a beautiful day. We started playing hop scotch, then ring-around the rosie, Next it was catch the ball, we played marbles too. After taking a break it was on to playing horse shoes. I threw my last shoe when Abigail shouted "you loose!" The day went by so quickly the sun wasn't as bright as before, Looking at my friend, she wasn't smiling anymore. It's as if her little heart hit the floor. She knew as well as I, it was time for me to go. Something that only a very loving, lonesome heart would come to know. She said "I'll walk you to the road, but just near the edge.......... I musn't get to close, my boundary is right here. If I go past it, I'll disappear." Knowing this now, I said to her, "please stay right where you are." I'll be back to play with you, of that you can be sure. Her little arms reached out to me......she gave me the biggest hug, As I turned to walk away Abby gave my shirt a tug. She gave me a Flower to remember her on bright and sunny days........ Her eyes were filled with so much love, I looked at her and said "I love you too." She called to her Little Sparrow.......still singing in the Chesnut Tree, To guide me back to the roads end.......singing his song so sweet. Knowing that I would return time and time again, For there awaits my loving Abigail, and her Sparrow............. My very Special Friends. Such Sweet and Loving Spirits! ~Gloria E. (c) 25-February-2002 [comments] => 0 [counter] => 150 [topic] => 31 [informant] => Glo [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry )
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