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Where willows grow

  Flowing strings have velvet's touch
whispered softly, whispered low
touching a heart in meadow’s stream
just there, where willows grow

Tiny wolves bob their heads
angels frolicking with song
harpists pluck a festive tune
and merrily they howl along

Upon a wing, in cloudless skies
an owl betrays the light of day
swooping low to catch a glimpse
wishing strings to flow his way

Earthly creatures, earthly bound
a flow of spirits, loan their wings 
such wonderment to leave this earth
watching wolves on wispy strings

And as they looked and viewed my form
they gather back in meadow’s stream
just there, where willows grow
my heart was touched within their dream

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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  • tawk gold member
    March 14, 2008

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    Hood-Winked!

    Such a beautiful and vivid dream. I could picture myself their under the Willow Trees watching the world and nature go softly by. What a wonderful and amazing gift you have with the written word. I have so enjoyed reading you beautiful poetry this morning. Thanks for all you do each day for everyone. I hope you have a blessed and wonderful day. love Theresa


  • Celticmoon
    June 4, 2007

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    Cindy,

    My sweet sister, the beauty of your words in not something to lack confidence in. The elgance and soft allure of your talent seeps slowly through each line. You reel the reader in one line at a time with a reberating whisper of images in the reader's mind. This is so lovely and so wonderfully written. Thanks for entering and good luck!


    Blessings
    Bel


  • queen Moderators member
    May 24, 2007

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    This does seem like an Angels dream. WEll done


  • klassy lassy
    May 24, 2007

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    "they gather back in meadow’s stream
    just there, where willows grow
    my heart was touched within their dream"

    What softly wild images live in harmony in this rhyming poem, Cindy. The last stanza sums it up beautifully, and I felt as if I was caught in angel dreams reading it, willows and angels both bending low, where streams are music in meadows that even wolves and owls know upon wish of gentle wings. ~ Karen


    • FifthDove
      May 24, 2007
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      Oh Karen, thank you so much for your comment and applauds. I so much look forward to getting views from you, they alway make me feel more confindent. Love ya Sis Cindy

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