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Go, Be, See.
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That is fine for a bit,
Walkabout take in all of it..
Coming home means what?
A place to rest,
Or a place to hide?
We’re meant to be free.
That is how it should be,
To be free.
What is that?
We shall see.
© 2009 Walt Hardester
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| Reviewed by Poetess of The Soul Sheila G |
2/20/2009 |
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I love these words, WALK-ABout, I loved Crocodile Dundee episodes, never miss em'!
Free - as you expressed so eloquently in this poem, is what OUR MIND Perceives, to me!
Come home to the comforts of home, YOU work so hard and diligently for....
WRITE ON!
Warmest of Blessings and Inner Peace, Warrior Purple Passion Lady SHEExooo
Have a REALLY WONDERFUL WEEKEND! |
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| Reviewed by neerja gandhi |
1/28/2009 |
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| home is where everyone's heart is....so we like to come baccccck...and share....thats all in it !!! neerja |
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| Reviewed by Jon Willey |
1/21/2009 |
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| Walt, we may be free of many things -- but psychological baggage is always imprinted into our gray matter, our memory bank -- it isn't going away -- so with that, we much each of us contend -- this is another write with a great lesson and a reminder of the realities of life -- thanks, I enjoyed it -- may love and peace bring you great joy my friend -- JMW |
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| Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner |
1/20/2009 |
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An excellent write, Walt; I, too, hope for freedom.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. |
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| Reviewed by Georg Mateos |
1/20/2009 |
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They said that if you wait long enough you will se.
Hope that's true.
Georg
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| Reviewed by Felix Perry |
1/20/2009 |
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Reflective thoughts as the day breaks and the sun rises
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| Reviewed by Edwin Hurdle |
1/20/2009 |
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Excellent poem,take care
Edwin |
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| Reviewed by Ted Bossis |
1/20/2009 |
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| I like where your going here (geographically & philosophically)-Ted |
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| Reviewed by E T Waldron |
1/19/2009 |
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We are never totally free, for our active minds have too many memories that either make us happy or haunt us with sad events or things we did wrong. Yet there is much to enjoy if we let ourselves accept the changes that occur as we age. I always find something to do that pleases me,and I manage to stay happy within myself. Fine poem,Walt!
Eileen |
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