Scatter my ashes where the creek ends and the lake begins just past the mud flats where the tall reeds grow where sound is frozen and the worlds come together scatter me to the wind sow me to the water and if I shall be so lucky maybe you would be kind enough to bow your head one last time
...poignant pen...beautifully written Stan...
John
Reviewed by blue soplain (Reader)
Reviewed on February 24, 2008
...tears ...
i refuse to pinpoint why this brought so much 'water' forth from deeper places.. .but its still february-- ---
so i'll jsut cry in its refrain.
[[my favourite thing youve written]]
.////i am too afraid to type the things i am crying////
A book of nature inspired poems and essays, written from the heart and soul of a life-long nature, animal, and wilderness lover, and dedicated to today’s children - Earth's only hope for a better tomorrow.
This book won 'The Poetry Category'
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God bless you. Kathy
John
i refuse to pinpoint why this brought so much 'water' forth from deeper places.. .but its still february-- ---
so i'll jsut cry in its refrain.
[[my favourite thing youve written]]
.////i am too afraid to type the things i am crying////
God bless you~
ness
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.