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The Countryside Tree
Contributed by
moses
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Wednesday, 8th February 2006 @ 04:07:18 PM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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I took a ride into the countryside,
where the horizon stretched for miles
and the streets reached into infinity.
In a field stood a lonely aged tree,
with drooping branches that held abandoned bird's nests.
I stood and watched as the cows laid down to rest
just before the moon started to arc.
In the dark, the tree was illuminated by moonlight rays.
The morning dew laid down on the blades
and it glistend and the Countryside listened
to the whisper of the mist.
Then, my doves flew above the tree,
into the Morning Sun, following the road into Infinity....
Copyright ©
moses
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2006-02-08 16:07:18]
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Re: The Countryside Tree
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by Kayden on
Wednesday, 8th February 2006 @ 04:35:13 PM AEST
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| This is really good... I see that you have put good feeling and thought into this... Great Job.... |
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Re: The Countryside Tree
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by ButchHoward on
Wednesday, 8th February 2006 @ 04:37:19 PM AEST
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Strikingly beautiful imagery! These lines showed me a gorgeous "mind picture":
"The morning dew laid down on the blades
and it glistend and the Countryside listened
to the whisper of the mist." Your use of synesthesia here is powerful! Nice work...
BH
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Re: The Countryside Tree
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by Jenni_K on
Wednesday, 8th February 2006 @ 08:39:30 PM AEST
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Great imagery...enjoyed this..
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Re: The Countryside Tree
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by Former_Member on
Thursday, 9th February 2006 @ 07:42:45 AM AEST
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Reminds me of early mornings mushroomin' sitting on an old log watching the moon high in the sky illuminating the whole field.
Leaving little slivers of silver on the branches of the great oak in front of me.
Thanks for bringing back such wonderful memories. Great work.
J |
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