Posted by: 94stranger | March 5, 2008

Poem: they

They

By sheltered ways 
they walk among the flowers;
where ancient hedging yew
holds in the sun;
the summer heat
runs all like glass through air;
they walk in ecstasy
oblivious,
as Adam too
will later walk with Eve.

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Somehow I knew there would be words from you here. This is beautiful my friend!!

I hope all is good with you.

By: gypsy-heart on March 6, 2008
at 5:01 am

I love this poem. I saw your poem on a different blog which brought me to yours..
I like your poetry alot!

By: Patricia Sanders on March 6, 2008
at 11:51 pm

Thanks, Patricia. nice to see a new face!

By: 94stranger on March 7, 2008
at 12:29 am

hi Gypsy,
I wrote this really nice comment about you and apparently never pressed submit - I must be losing it! Basically, I said I was so pleased you’d turned up and was expecting somehow you’d get a message on the bush telegraph.
Take care
P

By: 94stranger on March 7, 2008
at 12:32 am

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