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Array ( [sid] => 148827 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Recollection [time] => 2009-03-31 08:57:36 [hometext] => We all have that one last thing we have to do in our life. [bodytext] => By the ocean with a picnic table view
A place when as child I once knew
I am sitting here to reminisce
Of this place that I do miss

A picnic feast on the grass
We would watch the people pass
Tabuli, chicken and Lebanese bread
A feast, the party is still in my head

On the sand as children we played
Until dusk by the water we stayed
We saw many people that came and went
But we stayed and played until totally spent

So many years have passed this place
And I have searched the human race
The water has turned from cool to cold
And now I am getting somewhat old

I only have one more whim
To jump in the water for a swim
Out to the depths of the ocean tide
To catch a wave, my last ride.

Tuesday, 31 March 2009
2:04:00 AM

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Recollection

Contributed by Balmain_Tiger on Tuesday, 31st March 2009 @ 08:57:36 AM in AEST
Topic: Suicide

By the ocean with a picnic table view
A place when as child I once knew
I am sitting here to reminisce
Of this place that I do miss

A picnic feast on the grass
We would watch the people pass
Tabuli, chicken and Lebanese bread
A feast, the party is still in my head

On the sand as children we played
Until dusk by the water we stayed
We saw many people that came and went
But we stayed and played until totally spent

So many years have passed this place
And I have searched the human race
The water has turned from cool to cold
And now I am getting somewhat old

I only have one more whim
To jump in the water for a swim
Out to the depths of the ocean tide
To catch a wave, my last ride.

Tuesday, 31 March 2009
2:04:00 AM

Copyright © Balmain_Tiger ... [ 2009-03-31 08:57:36]
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Re: Recollection (User Rating: 1 )
by Mars on Tuesday, 31st March 2009 @ 02:43:15 PM AEST
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Oh yes, I wish to swim again,
In places long forgotten.
Old bouts I, have yet to mend.
Once love, sad spoiled rotten.

Re: Recollection (User Rating: 1 )
by crmnlilbruno on Tuesday, 31st March 2009 @ 04:37:14 PM AEST
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Nice poem

Re: Recollection (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Tuesday, 31st March 2009 @ 06:29:49 PM AEST
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great poetry. the imagery was very good and it was very deep and thoughtful.

-phil

Re: Recollection (User Rating: 1 )
by Jenni_K on Tuesday, 31st March 2009 @ 08:17:05 PM AEST
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"On the sand as children we played
Until dusk by the water we stayed"

These lines reminded me of the days when my Mom would bring our lunch by the sea because she couldn't get us to come home to eat... We lived just across the street from the beach and would often spend all day there....

Thanks for the memories this stirred up for me...
Jenni

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