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Valley of the Mead

Contributed by Wesley_Dale_Willis on Sunday, 19th January 2003 @ 09:00:00 AM in AEST
Topic: goodbyepoetry



A farmer lived in vally of the Mead,
Osage the river fog of whispered life,
As dense as misty rain,and sowing seed,
A farmer reaps the valley,him an wife,
In raising pigs the crops of corn is feed,
Relaxed in evening shade,and carving knife,
The wife is jolly Dolly with her smiles,
And her enlightened cooking floated miles.

The Howsers lived in valley of the Mead,
Their daughter in the eyes of Rosies love,
A child of simple things a heart of need,
The winters frost reflecting stars above,
Do words of love unsaid in books succeed?
Succeed do they with love of words thereof,
The mothers girl,and rosily of Rose,
And fathers daughter love of words impose.

The fog remains in vally of the Mead,
And only for a time of reminisce,
The friends,and family saddened hearts do bleed,
With remnant faces of time that we dismiss,
The valley feels their breath of silence cede,
But lives withdrawn of not the heart and is,
Forever ours of memory shall behold,
Of friends and family grasp their memries bold.




Copyright © Wesley_Dale_Willis ... [ 2003-01-19 09:00:00]
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Re: Valley of the Mead (User Rating: 1 )
by Mystery_Girl on Sunday, 19th January 2003 @ 04:30:25 PM AEST
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Interesting write Wesley........I noticed that not many people comment like in the old site....i dont really know any familar names anymore only the odd few....but a good write Wes.....:-)


Re: Valley of the Mead (User Rating: 1 )
by Lionel on Thursday, 19th February 2004 @ 10:09:35 AM AEST
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Like reading one of the old masters.




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