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Some thing I wrote when I was a young girl/
My New Found Friend
I LEFT MY HOME ONE EARLY MAY MORNING WITH A PEN AND BOOK IN MY HAND THE WIND WAS WARM AND GENTLY BLOWING ACROSS THE FIELD OF OUR GREAT LAND
DECIDING TO WALK AGAINST THE WIND WANDERING THOUGHTS TO WRITE WITH MY PEN FEW MORE YARDS I CAME TO A CLEARING WANDERING SLOWLY AND NOT CARING
I SETTLED DOWN ON MY CRYING ROCK TO ALL THE CRITTERS I SMILED AND TALKED JUST BESIDE ME A PINK FLOWER BED THERE I DECIDED TO WRITE INSTEAD
I CLEARED MY THOUGHTS TO WRITE A POEM WHY I WAS LEFT ALL ALONE SOON THE MEMORIES FLASHED BACK AT ME SOME I NEVER WANTED TO SEE
AS MY THOUGHTS WENT BACK IN TIME I TOOK MY PEN AND WROTE MY FIRST LINE "WHY DO YOU NOT LOVE ME DEAR GOD IN HEAVEN, FOR YOU SEE I AM ONLY ELEVEN
I AM ONE OF YOUR CHILDREN LIKE ALL THE REST DID YOU FORGET ME,OR IS THIS A TEST? FOR A MOMENT I LAY MY PEN DOWN TO FIGHT BACK A CHOKING SOUND
I CLOSED MY EYES TO FIGHT BACK THE TEARS I TRY NOT TO CRY,CAUSE NOBODY CARES MY LITTLE ARMS REACH UP TO THE SKY 'TAKE ME DEAR FATHER I WANT TO DIE"
THE FEELINGS I CARRY TEARS ME APART SHOULD NEVER COME TO A CHILDS HEART A FEW YARDS AWAY I SPOTTED A LITTLE RABBIT EATING AND WATCHING ME,A FORM OF HABIT
I WIPED MY TEARS AND SLOWLY WALKED OVER WATCHING THE RABBIT EATING A CLOVER HAPPY AT THIS MOMENT,ALL PAIN GONE AGAIN FOR NOW I HAVE FOUND A PLAYMATE AND FRIEND
WITH MY CHILDLIKE VOICE I SING A SONG "HOP ,HOP,LITTLE RABBIT WON'T YOU COME ALONG" I MERRILY DANCE MY WAY BACK TO THE ROCK SIT DOWN GENTLY WITH MY BOOK ON MY FROCK
THERE I BEGAN TO DRAW MY BUNNY UNDER THE SKY SO BRIGHT AND SUNNY THE DAY HAD ENDED ME FALLING ASLEEP DREAMING OF THE RABBIT I WANTED TO KEEP
THE PAIN I HAD FELT UPON THAT DAY ALL FORGOTTEN IN A MOMENT OF PLAY DUE TO THE RABBIT,MY NEW FOUND FRIEND SO THIS IS HOW MY STORY ENDS
Sunshine Lab
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Lab it is truly good to see, that you began to usher in your greatness at such a young age. For one so young to create as you have, I congradulate you, and graciously look forward to more |
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Stop messing about, and get it in the pot. With some onion's , carrot's, and a leek or two.. One clove of garlic and some herb's..EYUP, I'm coming over now, I dont want you to scoff the lot.. BOB UPTH NORTH. gourmet. |
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o H BEHAVE YOUR SELF, I PUT YOU IN THE POT FOR A STIR FRY SMOTHERED IN GARLIC AND PEPPER... HA |
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A beautiful poem. Truly excellent. Candy Girl |
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Its rare I reply - So be proud in the fact I actually took the time :P
I like one specific type of poetry but despite this I still read many types. To me it is more important what others take from a poem than how it was written, and that causes me to read all types.
Back to the point.
I like this poem, not the type I normally prefer but I like the way it was written all the same. I also like what it was about and the image it sends to my minds eye. Thank you for the great read.
Broken Passion (hoping to read more in the future) |
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Thank you kindly for taking the time to read,I am no poet.not pretend to be one, these are words written by child Not adult, by me of course, Now I am a adult,I donot write so good,But still enjoy it anyways , I write stories of my life. again thank you Lab Sunshine |
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