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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I told my Hubby I needed a fountain to help the words to flow. It seems in the shower my creative juices, really know how to go. My Hubby says it’s because I become relaxed, in body and in mind. That releases everything to flow with ease and in record time. But then he stated it might also be: the water pounding on my head. It’s beating me senseless to release the flow and to open it up, instead. This may be true with a hard head like mine, sometimes it needs a touch. But I think a fountain would be way more fun, and not hurt near so much. And what would be more beautiful, than water as it’s simply cascading around. My lovely birds could have a drink, as my barriers come tumbling down. My Trolls could frolick and play all day in water as the sun comes beating down. My dogs would jump to catch the droplets as they fall upon its crown. And all I need is to get a basket to collect my wandering thoughts. Truly nothing could be more worthwhile, no matter what the cost. Droplets falling thru my thoughts would become a rainbow for my mind. With a prism throwing forth-countless words, to arrange within record time. I wish! I wish! Oh, how I wish! To bring forth this dream of so much renown. So many words bubbling to the surface, before they’d come tumbling down. They’d fill my mind, and fill my soul… before touching each other’s soul. My fountain would finally be complete, as cascading words did achieve this goal. Now I truly know, I’ll have no fountain, or any great renown. Still I am grateful, for the few, who’ve read the words, which I have written down. Written by Carol Eastman
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