wonderful "overlooking the sky
bruised slowly
by stratus" inspired.
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Here's a lovely one from Joe Fazio
When do I think of you?
I think of you in the peace
solitude and stillness of the early a.m.
For you are tranquillity.
I think of you on an ocean's front,
for you are the roar of the waves,
the power of the sea, and the salt in the air.
I think of you amidst a crowd
and the chorus of city sounds
...for that is my song, and you are the music.
You are my first thought of each new day,
and the last image I glimpse, as my eyes are
closed upon a feathered pillow.
In that secret place called sleep, it is you that
I search for, through shades of darkness and
clouds of cotton.
When do I think of you? Every moment
of my life. And, when the final sleep does come
and if there is thought...
it will be of you.
I loved the oak poem too freckle, good stuff! :cool:
ironing finished
passport ready case all packed
off to China soon!
The wind holds its breath
To let the Oak inhale the final
Goodness from its leaf
Abandoning the rusty to their fate
Don't worry OW, kit's packed ;)
HHH loved that slushy poem!