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O Earth, Sweet Earth , Forgive My Follies

O Earth, Sweet Earth, Forgive My Follies O' earth , earth , sweet earth forgive my follies, ten thousand days of roaming upon thy bosom slashing and bruising in wicked deeds; no foresight in my multitude of transgressions, so guilty of grief and pain inflicted in ignorance of thy many desperate needs! Perhaps a vain wish! Yet my spirit still prays for a gift, a chance at dearest redemption granted , sweet solace merciful in the giving; soft tunes, singing such kindness in song, Nature's elements dancing with tenderness and beautiful clouds celebrating all that is living! Robert Lindley , April 1991 Rewritten from memory. I think fairly close but do know it is not 100 percent as originally written 23 years ago. I find it hard to do such rewrites because I always seem to remember the original version to be much better! Perhaps just my engaging in wishful thinking.lol

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Date: 6/9/2014 8:12:00 AM
There is a poem called planet earth by P.K.Page a Canadian writer, your poem reminded me of hers...lovely work...love Jayne xxx
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Jayne Eggins
Date: 6/9/2014 8:57:00 AM
I am so glad you like her she's one of my favourites ...hugs x
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Robert Lindley
Date: 6/9/2014 8:28:00 AM
Four ten line stanzas , all created by a truly gifted poetess! Thank you my friend , now I can seek out and review her work because that poem impresses me so much!!!
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Robert Lindley
Date: 6/9/2014 8:25:00 AM
Magnificent poem. The trees must be washed, and the grasses and mosses. They have to be polished as if made of green brass. The rivers and little streams with their hidden cresses and pale-coloured pebbles and their fool's gold must be washed and starched or shined into brightness, the sheets of lake water smoothed with the hand and the foam of the oceans pressed into neatness. It has to be ironed, the sea in its whiteness.
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Robert Lindley
Date: 6/9/2014 8:19:00 AM
Thank you my friend, I will check that poem out right after this message. Google being a very useful tool.
Date: 6/8/2014 11:17:00 PM
This is great, that its a re-write shows you that as everything changes, everything stays the same! A lot of meanings buried here! Great write!
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Robert Lindley
Date: 6/9/2014 8:14:00 AM
Thank you my friend. Reminds me of the old saying, "There is nothing new under the sun, what is has been before."

Book: Shattered Sighs