listening to the crickets,,
birds just singing,,
early morning dew drops on the ground,,
what a pleasent sight,,
Gods gift to us,,
nature calls and praises him,,
the birds praise when they go to eat,,
trees wave at him proudly,,
Gods gift to us,,
but one day it will be gone,,
then what will we listen to,,
or to see the gifts disappear,,
enjoy the gifts that God has given us,,
enjoy the nature as it is,,
enjoy the company at hand,,
friends most of all,,
God loves us,,
so we should each other,,
but some cant,,then what?,,
we keep on going the best way we can,,
beautiful poets here,,
who share a great gift of words,,
knowledge,,wisdom,,and love,,
I wouldnt ask anything more than,,
a few words of wisdom,,
I've read them,,
I've commented on them,,
I respected them all,,
for they tell,,truth,,life,,ambitions,,and even Love,
I'm one who writes what I see and hear,,
and most of all Feel,,
its a great gift to write what one feels,,
i dont know how they feel,,
except when they write,,
its a great gift of writting,,never stop,,
I'll read them if nobody does,,
a friend in words,,
craig s. meeks
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spooky
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2003-04-29 04:05:00]
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