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Post by ARTHUR KELLY on Sept 16, 2009 13:01:07 GMT -5
Our time together: limited, precious, Sand borrowed from a waning hourglass; For one warm September day to purchase, So we may talk, laugh and roll on the grass.
The universe we explore, hand in hand, Rejoices with me, your curious mind; The pitch and putt course a far away land, We sing on meandering paths entwined.
Hedgerows besieged by impish intrusion, As autumn gold blazes upon your quest; Resident creatures start in confusion, We retire content, to picnic and rest.
With manic gambol and antics, silly, My illuminate beacon in the dark; All problems dissolve momentarily, This bright afternoon at Hollycroft Park.
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Post by Dr Fogg on Sept 16, 2009 14:26:12 GMT -5
This is very special Arthur you show such a tenderness here (Must have some English blood in those veins) How precious the last days of summer are, their impending dissapearance makes each one a treasure. To get out of the rat race if only for an afternoon and enjoy a warm September day is cathartic.
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Post by Max on Sept 17, 2009 0:12:58 GMT -5
This is fantastic, Arthur. The rhyme, and content, is neither overly simplistic nor is it too abstract, but it's perfectly balanced between the two. Very well executed, all of the stanzas are equally good in my opinion.
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Post by Artemis on Sept 18, 2009 3:54:41 GMT -5
Arthur long time no see! Great to read your poetry again, it's been missed my friend. Loved this, the rhyme, the sentiment and atmosphere was so lovely. It was a joy to read rather than thinking of the last day of summer however, beautiful poetry, Kerry x
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