Wagon in the meadow Looking lonely and forlorn. Were you left there by a fellow That wanted a new car with a horn?
So sad you look, withered and worn. In your lifetime you have weathered every storm. Grasses grow around your wheels. And bunnies play around you in the field.
Come back with me to the barn. Where you can get the care you need. So you won't come to any more harm. You can come and stay with me.
Grow old and weathered with me by the sea. The grace you have can never be replaced. Come where everyone will let you be. Come with me and stay by my side at my place.
3-16-04
copyright.2004
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Reviews of "Lonely Fellow"
Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
Reviewed on February 27, 2006
Linda, as per usual, you look at the world in a refreshing way. Giving comfort is never lost on ourselves, or nature's creatures. Good one.
Reviewed by na na (Reader)
Reviewed on March 17, 2004
Yes Linda sometimes we are like an old car. I know I am. Who wants me the way the old car is wanted? Good write. Bill Murray
The authors of Savannah: Brokers, Bankers and Bay Lane: Inside the Slave Trade (Civil War Savannah), received the 2012 Award for Excellence in Research from the Georgia Historical Records Advisory Board. The Award was issued by then Georgia Secretary
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Healthy Happy Day!
"Lonely Fellow" flows through the arcane river of imagination, and says it all through its closing lines.
I enjoyed the reading.
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