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Thumping Sounds
Contributed by
Muhammadshanazar
on
Wednesday, 10th January 2007 @ 09:31:31 AM in AEST
Topic:
Nostalgic
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Youth time dream like slipped away,
Sweet scented memories still lay,
In my mind, of childhood, of innocence.
My mother took me to the winding stream,
A slight far from the village,
To wash bed-sheets, clothes and clouts,
On the sloppy gray rocks.
Her work continued till evening,
In silence before the sun set,
Thumping sounds,
Mixed with the hooting of distant train,
Produced magical effects on the mind.
When I played on the sand,
And waded into cold clear water.
Copyright ©
Muhammadshanazar
... [
2007-01-10 09:31:31]
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Re: Thumping Sounds
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by deadheadpoet on
Wednesday, 10th January 2007 @ 10:10:04 AM AEST
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Sounds like a wonderful memory, Shanazar. I lost my mother to cancer when I was 18. I treasure my memories of her...one of my favs is working in the garden and snapping green beans with her in the front yard under the big maple tree. Iced tea never tasted so good.
Much peace to you my friend,
Laura |
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Re: Thumping Sounds
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by Clarity_Rising on
Wednesday, 10th January 2007 @ 12:04:17 PM AEST
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| What a touching memory. Sometimes it is those little moments in life that are the most remembered. You construct such a vivid picture in all of your poems. I am envious. |
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