Don’t want to be known,
Ever since I have grown,
A fear for reprisals,
I cannot postpone…
Could I lose all that I got,
From memories forgot,
Could I from the past be caught,
Was not then but could I now be shot…
Hide do I in my seclusion,
Visits by newcomers intrusions,
With the dog I have collusion,
This line does this poem find conclusion…
© ed ~ 4/19/06
Birgit and Roger
Woof....I smell something is burning!!
Love Tinka :)
(((Love And Light, JoAnne )))
Excellent write, but I couldn't stay hidden from the world. Claustrophobic, you know. :)
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
(((HUGS))) to you, Rene', and Rufuz;
love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
You and Eileen are on a collision course of retreat...lols
I think there are some more here share your shared values...:)
Great non picture...lols
Peter
Susan
Excellent poem!
Eileen