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Niave
Contributed by
walt
on
Thursday, 24th June 2004 @ 08:46:43 AM in AEST
Topic:
toughstuff
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It was summer time
Life was as free as the wind
Smiles filled every face
Cane poles slug over shoulders
Dirt roads lead to slews
Train rumble a little further down the track
Rail road tress a place to drop a line
Raspberries were wild and sweet
Cards stacked and rang with 15-2
Cold sandwich and a bottle of root beer
Each thought a blessing as I am
So much of all the naive
Still see the face of the first killed
Bottom feeder of life all dressed war
Never to return to old
new dirt filled
All the old fishing holes
String and hook left for spinning reels
Cards now found inside the hand by the coffin
Child looks at me and smiles
Wild and carefree inside a bottle of Jack
Reach forward never to look at where I have come
Sweet lips share the past and drive the road
Yet there are no payments returned just glimmers of what
a man is and was.
I wonder where she is
today, my child hood memories
Copyright ©
walt
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2004-06-24 08:46:43]
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Re: Niave
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by Former_Member on
Thursday, 24th June 2004 @ 09:39:14 AM AEST
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Awww....this is so sweet. I like the feel of you reminscing about the farm life. I know someone just like this. Thanks for sharing!
Angel always... joni |
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