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[title] => Water Oozle
[time] => 2002-07-20 14:48:41
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[bodytext] => A tumultuous feeling is arising in my heart.
A sorrow and a joy before alien to me. It nearly blinds my sight to this lovely scene of nature. Scotland, I have to go. It grieves me to see you bathed in such golden sun for I’ll not take you in my arms again for a long, long time. My eyes are run with tears for the thought of losing you is now real. The peace of spirit that you’ve given me can never be equaled by another. Every blazing morning that locks my vision to the scene beyond my window. The little side streets full of strolling Scotsmen and ladies. The bright, red church and lovely, multi-colored gardens before each cottage or flat. Your sun that sets alight the skies and hills. The mountains I will not forget, strong as giants, kind and dear to my heart. I’ll miss you so. The glen all covered in mist, peeping out under it’s running, grim tears. They ripple and swell by spongey jade banks. Water smelling of moss and peat, fresh and alive, such a fragrance wakes the mind. A small, water oozle is playing on a grey rock nearby. Her perches on one and then another. Two black eyes stare at me scornfully from a rumple of white feathers. He preens himself, smoothing his black wings to a high gloss and gazing down into his reflection on the silver water. I know he sees me, though he acknowledges my presence not for a moment, as he tips up and down his tail very saucily. I think perhaps he is too early for a lovers’ meeting and I have interrupted his last minute preparation. He casually pecks at invisible objects beneath the surface. I have come here to say goodbye to Aberfeldy. For this moment, I pray that the memory is captured clearly now. My need of it will be great when I can no longer take this beauty for granted. Goodbye for now, my fair friend and home, Scotland. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 250 [topic] => 38 [informant] => carrie [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Tributes )
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