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NEIGHBORHOOD It’s much about neighborhood The kiss? The hug? Your household morning and night? Yes! Of course! But! Don’t build fences – the closeout sort Don’t roof-out the sky There is other life under the heavens and beyond There are neighborhood children yearning to be touched when only sleep can open things up is “reach out” a mere spilling of words? Is beauty to be seen only in parks and on mountain tops? It’s much about neighborhood The very old know about such things They dream In forced seclusion they dream And their vision so often about neighborhood About the closeness lost Oh it’s much about neighborhood And the taking care thereof

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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Date: 11/28/2010 8:35:00 PM
That's telling everyone, like the style and the form :)
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Date: 11/27/2010 11:48:00 AM
Great one..The feeling of neighbors and neighborhoods doesn't exist like it did ..It is entirely different story now..I appreciate you stopping by my Haiku..Sara
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Date: 11/26/2010 8:04:00 PM
This is another special poem, Dave. A message that I hope we will all hear...We have let either fear and/or selfishness enter our hearts so everyone is minding their business forgeting that none of us can ever stand alone.. Love this too. Love, Audrey
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Date: 11/24/2010 4:15:00 PM
Happy thanksgiving day, daver
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Date: 11/24/2010 1:08:00 PM
You can't see the "fences" in my neighborhood, Daver, but they are there just the same. I wish we could find a way to bring neighbors closer together. Your poem is very inspiring. Have a happy Thanksgiving, Diane
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Date: 11/23/2010 7:30:00 PM
Enjoyed reading today... Daver have a thankful Holiday and lots of grand food.
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Date: 11/23/2010 7:18:00 PM
daver, things have changed a lot. I am sure my mom and dad felt very strongly their neighborhoods' closeness and then as a child, I felt it a little bit in MINE. but today, I feel secluded. Surrounded by neighbors but not really knowing a thing about them. this poem makes me think how nice it was when I was little and I knew a few things about my neighbors. Luv, Andrea soupmail
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Date: 11/23/2010 12:42:00 PM
Very very thoughtful poem on this special day of Thanksgiving, daver
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Date: 11/23/2010 8:16:00 AM
The unity of neighborhoods is not what it used to be when I was young, Daver. People sometimes don't even speak to those who live next door. I wish everyone could "reach out" a bit more. As you say so poignantly, "Don't build fences...There is other life under the heavens." A terrific poem my friend. Thanks so much for this reminder. Love and peace, Carolyn
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Date: 11/23/2010 7:41:00 AM
A perfect poem to share at anytime of year, but especially brings to mind the meaning of Thanksgiving. We often look beyond our own neighbors, when the need of a smile, a hug or a handshake could be living right next door. Happy Thanksgiving dear friend!
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