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My Neighbour

She’s lonely, the old lady just over the fence Ninth decade approaching, alone and living past tense Sometimes I see her and acknowledge good day Put time to one side, not running away. A love story she tells me, I’ve heard it before The man that she married and simply adored. His battle with cancer, he’s now spread on my land How her family all left her, once they had cash in their hand. I see the wrinkles of hurt carved into her face Only I know the reason, why she’s attached to this place. 31/8/2015 *The spelling of neighbour/neighbor is different between countries.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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Date: 2/26/2016 11:52:00 PM
Simply Splendid!
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Mark Woods
Date: 2/27/2016 4:54:00 PM
Thank you Carlene!! I'm not sure how you found this one but you have brightened my day. : )
Date: 9/1/2015 10:35:00 PM
Nice write. Like I see the wrinkles of hurt carved into her face. Very creative thought and description. Exceptional line. Nice job Mark.
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Mark Woods
Date: 9/2/2015 2:34:00 AM
Cheers Michael. She really is a dear old thing, and I try and brighten up her day when I can.
Date: 8/30/2015 6:51:00 PM
A beautiful write ... CayCay
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Mark Woods
Date: 8/30/2015 7:05:00 PM
Thank you CayCay. A super sad story yet one the most incredible love stories I've ever encountered.
Date: 8/30/2015 5:14:00 PM
Sadly I can relate to many aspects of this poem - simply heartbreaking imagery - good luck in the contest:-) hugs Jan xx
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Jan Allison
Date: 8/30/2015 5:27:00 PM
Oh Mark it is so so sad that it is a true story - I can relate to so much of it myself:-( hugs jan xx
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Mark Woods
Date: 8/30/2015 5:19:00 PM
Cheers Jan. I wish it was a made up story. Her husband's ashes are spread on the native forest covered block of my farm, which she can see from her house.

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