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Time Father

Breathing the salty air
Of childhood memories without a care
A beach of tranquility
With songs of Donovan dreaming my winters
Fingers strum guitar
He smiles with love in his eyes
This was before everything went wrong
We sang and danced around the pole
And we went on the big boat
Arran loomed on the horizon
Beckoning us to her shore
I used to watch him march along
He was the best in his row
With his flute as he played the tunes
Of the Orange walkers
And then sitting at the picnic
At the plantation
Gazing out over the sea to the distance
I knew this moment would never come again
For those memories in technicolor
Faded to a dull grey
And died...

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  • Wayne Leon Learmond
    June 29, 2009

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    I remember Donavon, he, along with Cat Stevens, is one of my favourite singer/songwriters. I loved this piece of yours.

     

    I have to agree with the previous comment that there is something about this that is dreamy, 'otherwordly' so-to-speak. A wonderful piece of writing here that took me away somewhere else.

    Dark Wishes
    Wayne Leon


    • XxGoldenxXDawnxX
      June 29, 2009
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      Well .. dreamy but real memories. This was when I was really small and we lived on the west coast of Scotland back in the 70s.


  • Raining Kisses gold member
    February 1, 2009

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    THERE IS A VERY DREAMY AMBIANCE TO THIS PIECE, IT WAS A REALLY GOOD READ, MOST SATISFYING
    THANKS FOR THE ENTRY