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Niave

Contributed by walt on Thursday, 24th June 2004 @ 08:46:43 AM in AEST
Topic: toughstuff

It was summer time
Life was as free as the wind
Smiles filled every face
Cane poles slug over shoulders

Dirt roads lead to slews
Train rumble a little further down the track
Rail road tress a place to drop a line

Raspberries were wild and sweet
Cards stacked and rang with 15-2

Cold sandwich and a bottle of root beer
Each thought a blessing as I am

So much of all the naive
Still see the face of the first killed

Bottom feeder of life all dressed war
Never to return to old
new dirt filled

All the old fishing holes
String and hook left for spinning reels

Cards now found inside the hand by the coffin
Child looks at me and smiles

Wild and carefree inside a bottle of Jack
Reach forward never to look at where I have come

Sweet lips share the past and drive the road
Yet there are no payments returned just glimmers of what
a man is and was.

I wonder where she is
today, my child hood memories

Copyright © walt ... [ 2004-06-24 08:46:43]
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Re: Niave (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Thursday, 24th June 2004 @ 09:39:14 AM AEST
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Awww....this is so sweet. I like the feel of you reminscing about the farm life. I know someone just like this. Thanks for sharing!
Angel always... joni

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