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Silent Walking

Silent Walking Silently I walked each step a determined grin goodbye- to farm and its great toil next stop big city and glaring lights. No farm could hold me back there was spring in each step Searching for all I did lack Away, my heart and soul was swept. Dust flew as my pace quickened past receded into a mist no more Sun baking my mind no more farm that my soul sickened Looking back on that fateful day ghosts dance in to that dream There was nothing in my way Wide path cleared, so it did seem Yet I was then set to dearly pay Trading farm work for factory grind each day a horrid chore Dull blades cutting into my mind Saddened, I had expected so damn much more Life gives but can also be so unkind! Reality, reaLITY, O' what a bitter bite! I left a bright flowing river just to find cold and painfully shiver A fool that dreamed of vast riches soon was digging ditches Yet surviving brought me to a shore! I live, love and sing once more! Thank God, I live once more! R.J. Lindley April 23, 1973

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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Date: 8/13/2015 2:44:00 AM
Temptation and curiosity often urge us to seek pastures new, see what's on the other side, but in the process we run the danger of losing more than gaining. Lovely to go back to our roots! #7 // paul
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Robert Lindley
Date: 8/13/2015 9:46:00 AM
In going back I can recall often exactly the time and place I wrote the poem at. And even how I felt while writing. Well, the ones I wrote when not drinking my favorite whiskey I can--the whiskey writes are often very good ones but my memory gets foggy when rereading those. lol
Date: 8/10/2015 8:52:00 PM
So true. As is you can never truly go back. Change sees to that and a most bitter reality it so often is too.
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Date: 8/10/2015 6:41:00 PM
...there's no place like home. Well done, lovely piece Robert
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