No Fireplace To Keep Us Warm

Graves standing
Out here,
In this cold
No fireplace
To keep us warm
The soul needs rest, 
When we get old
To lay here
In these 
Fields of gold
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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May 25, 2009 at 5:00 PM
why are the fields gold? and perhaps silver would be colder? soup mail me please. Light & Love
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May 25, 2009 at 12:38 PM
Without warmth in our lives, we can feel old before our time. Intriguing image of the graves standing "In these Fields of gold." Good work, Gregory. Love, Carolyn
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