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Wild Oats
Contributed by
Ezekiel
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Thursday, 2nd September 2004 @ 10:22:57 PM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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Even by the Shore,
Oats grow.
Wild and giggling,
Waving in trade winds.
Near crushed crabs,
Young shoots peer in disbelief.
Some amongst rocks,
Eking out a life on their own.
Or round blackberries,
Spiny vines, wicked designs.
And mothers cry,
Only seven steps away.
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Ezekiel
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2004-09-02 22:22:57]
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Re: Wild Oats
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by Jenni_K on
Thursday, 2nd September 2004 @ 10:31:23 PM AEST
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"Wild and giggling,
Waving in trade winds."
Love the imagery here..... NIce write...
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Re: Wild Oats
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by Former_Member on
Thursday, 2nd September 2004 @ 11:44:25 PM AEST
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Life does exist even in the harshest areas. I liked your analogy here between life and the wild oats. Very interesting piece of work.
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Re: Wild Oats
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by rhyme_me_to_sleep on
Friday, 3rd September 2004 @ 07:06:07 AM AEST
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seven steps in.....seven steps out....
Very nice poem. |
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