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[aid] => mick
[title] => Dove, The
[time] => 2002-09-03 09:17:08
[hometext] => Repost from old site...
[bodytext] => I went out for a walk last week
My lunchtime stroll to the Post Office, and other errands It was very cool, the winds strong at their peak The cityscape of trees and grass, some so barren What before me, as I look down, on the cement walk But a lonely small brown dove She was scared as you can see, shivering, but didn’t baulk As I picked her up, she was cupped in my hand like a glove I looked her over, not a mark in site I believe she was in shock, as the wind knocked her down I knew I couldn’t keep her, deciding her plight Still holding her against me, to keep her sound I decided to put her in an oval little nest on the ground Under a bush, in the park, not far away From where she was first found Oh she seemed to just settle in and stay For I also knew doves do nest on the ground they lay Well, I went back to work, of course worried I let her go I prayed to God, and ask him to watch, and care for her For I had to go home, not sure if she survived, I didn’t know So the next day I did check, nothing around or to offer Her existence, nothing laying around there I can only hope she made it, got to her mates lair It was so wonderful to hold that little dove It was like a sign, from something up above Amber Rose Yeager – May 27, 2002 [comments] => 1 [counter] => 191 [topic] => 21 [informant] => Rose [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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