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Echos of My Mind

Tennis shoe threads mark A path in the fresh trail dirt Climbing to where the air thins A grave stone is placed Where grand forefathers once stepped History in a hillside Apex reached, voice booms Hello.o.o.o.o.o I was here, ere, ere, ere, ere

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John Freeman

Date: 6/23/2009 7:45:00 PM

Twisting was cool, with a girl named Jewel, make no mistake, she could bake a cake, but she was no fool, slim and proper, sweet as a candy wrapper, She went to school,no way to stop her! This is the end, of this poet's gen, my friend! God bless

Izzy Gumbo

Date: 5/6/2009 6:20:00 AM

Nice Sandra! I could hear your echo. :) Thanks for visiting.

Carolyn Devonshire

Date: 4/28/2009 8:06:00 PM

We all leave a mark, a trace of history in our wake as we pass through life. Love the way you used the "echo" to evoke this sense of lasting impact. Profound writing!

Raul Moreno

Date: 4/28/2009 5:59:00 PM

Thanks for supporting my contest Sandra...Raul