Pj

Some where in the world
There is a tree
A custard apple tree
Do you remember
And do you wait there still?

Do you sit and stare
And spin in your swing
Beneath the shadow of the hill
With presence bare
And longing still?

We were young, and I
So innocent I was
And did not know
Why happiness was only
In your happy company

We held hands to walk
And I believed tomorrow
Was the only substance of today
And kept my longing in my sorrow
And kept our passion in delay

But somewhere in the world now
Wherever comes the memory
Can toll again the beaded vow
Or is love but history
A picture swinging under a tree?
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009


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Date: 12/17/2009 6:06:00 AM
............and yes I weep for thee. Magnificent writing today L'nass. Love, Carol
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Date: 12/16/2009 4:58:00 PM
Young love so innocent and sweet...what a treasured wonderful memory this paints in words. Beautiful and romantic... I hope that one day PJ will be able to read. Superb job! Thanks so much for sharing! Many thanks too for tkaing the time to read and your nice comments on my writes are deeply appreciated! Have a blessed day~Mary
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Date: 12/16/2009 1:45:00 PM
such a fond memory..I too remember sitting in the swing and winding up the ropes..twisting them tighter and tighter until my feet couldn't reach and spinning free! Happy Holy Days Light & Love
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Date: 12/16/2009 12:04:00 PM
the last verse was very touching .
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Date: 12/16/2009 9:39:00 AM
Oh L'nass! What a beautiful poem!! I hope PJ is close by somewhere where she could read this!! This is simply awesome! Goes to my favs. Peace and love, Audrey
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Date: 12/16/2009 8:42:00 AM
Memories of a precious love are a cherished thing...... keeping alive in our mind an innocence and freshness of discovery and young love. Love Carrie
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