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Oh Sweetest Breeze Carry Me Home

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Oh sweetest breeze carry me home to fields of nectar-green So I may rest my tired back against the gentle old oak tree I'll carve my name into its trunk and seal it with my love I blow a kiss with painted lips that match the colour of my heart. And when the moon deceives the dusk with its persistent glowing light Those unique limbs will reach for me to keep me safe, they will protect me in the wild. I'd nestle 'tween their tender strength as spuming stars fill up the night. And when at dawn the sun will rise with molten gold warming my eyes This skin will bathe in drops of dew dripping from leaves of painters' sleeves splashed with a glossy silver-hue. The birds will fly out of their nests cloaked in their fur red-breasted dress They 'll sing to us,along we'll sway like fresh-cut blossoms blooming in May. Oh sweetest breeze carry me home to fields of nectar-green So I may rest my tired back against the gentle old oak tree . Oh sweetest breeze where is that place, Where Is the place I call my own Is there a voice , Is there a wind Is there an oak tree calling me home?

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Tobey Hill

Date: 3/10/2017 2:11:00 PM

I stopped at an old and very large oak tree during a hike a couple of weeks ago. They are awesome....TAH

Carol B.

Date: 3/8/2017 2:49:00 PM

This is an awesome poem. Beautiful!

Heidi Sands

Date: 3/8/2017 1:56:00 PM

This is so beautiful Charmaine. ! :)

Maureen Mcgreavy

Date: 3/8/2017 1:45:00 PM

Dreamy! I hope to find my way there myself, such a beautiful place:) Last year I fell in love with the song "Oak Tree" by Annie Sumi, do check it out, I believe you will love it too ;) xomo!

Tim Smith

Date: 3/8/2017 12:00:00 PM

Very comforting Charma...I think our place is always with our loved ones. Your breeze is your little sweetheart.

Chris Green

Date: 3/8/2017 10:53:00 AM

Sigh, this is so beautiful Charmaine, so comforting and peaceful feeling. This poem warms the heart and causes a smile to bloom on my face. Your poetic visions always leave me amazed and mesmerized. I loved everything about this poem. Ah, just to relax under that old oak tree with someone special. A beautiful thought.