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Array ( [sid] => 131869 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Winter Retreat [time] => 2007-02-18 22:24:32 [hometext] => [bodytext] =>

Whistling winds a crossed wheaten fields...
Blowing sand a crossed summer yields...

Cotton clouds flowing through blue skies...
Nothing but joy in front of my eyes...

Leaves are blowing across the land...
The colors of flowers I touch with my hand...

The sounds of birds in the breezy morn...
Touches my heart and I feel re-born...

A dog barking, the nature's takes form...
The beautiful sent after a heavy storm...

My thoughts are running in the open air...
With the gaze of a child my eyes do stare...

The thoughts are calm, I am at peace...
Overhead, fly a flock of geese...

The breeze blows through the open door...
Then I am back with snow on the floor...

This is my escape from winter cold...
I wish it would end it's getting old...

SHUT THE DAMN DOOR!
[comments] => 5 [counter] => 274 [topic] => 14 [informant] => oneir8dude [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DreamsandWishes )
Winter Retreat

Contributed by oneir8dude on Sunday, 18th February 2007 @ 10:24:32 PM in AEST
Topic: DreamsandWishes





Whistling winds a crossed wheaten fields...
Blowing sand a crossed summer yields...

Cotton clouds flowing through blue skies...
Nothing but joy in front of my eyes...

Leaves are blowing across the land...
The colors of flowers I touch with my hand...

The sounds of birds in the breezy morn...
Touches my heart and I feel re-born...

A dog barking, the nature's takes form...
The beautiful sent after a heavy storm...

My thoughts are running in the open air...
With the gaze of a child my eyes do stare...

The thoughts are calm, I am at peace...
Overhead, fly a flock of geese...

The breeze blows through the open door...
Then I am back with snow on the floor...

This is my escape from winter cold...
I wish it would end it's getting old...

SHUT THE DAMN DOOR!




Copyright © oneir8dude ... [ 2007-02-18 22:24:32]
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Re: Winter Retreat (User Rating: 1 )
by yangdantien on Sunday, 18th February 2007 @ 10:33:47 PM AEST
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Bravo & well done. The wide open of the pic so rings the bell you toll. The simple end is to migrate as our peoples did for thousands of years from the winter lands.
Just a tip Costa Rica is pretty moderate this time of year esp. for a surfers & dreamers.

Peace
Yang


Re: Winter Retreat (User Rating: 1 )
by hauntedscorp on Sunday, 18th February 2007 @ 10:38:09 PM AEST
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Oooh you had me dreaming away right there with you! That picture is absolutely stunning! Then my dreams got shattered right about here:


The breeze blows through the open door...
Then I am back with snow on the floor...




Grrrrrrrrrrrrr! I hate winter!



~Scorp : )


Re: Winter Retreat (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Sunday, 18th February 2007 @ 10:54:33 PM AEST
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Well thank God we havn't had much snow at all but I ready to plant a garden so I can play in the dirt.
Good work, frind.
Big huggs,
emy


Re: Winter Retreat (User Rating: 1 )
by Vampirequeen on Monday, 19th February 2007 @ 11:29:26 AM AEST
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lol hehe the last verse was way funny


Re: Winter Retreat (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Monday, 19th February 2007 @ 03:25:54 PM AEST
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What a peaceful scene you painted, very much like the stuff I wrote about long ago....sigh...I think more than winter hit me... :)




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