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Third One of Many

Over where the Delphiniums bloom Cornflower Blue The Zephyr blows on quiet morns Then the excited voices come to play And screams resound in heat of day Where splashes and laughter Are common things Stress disappears Joy relaxation brings Children smile with dimples As water drips from hair Drenched like salamanders Once again where Delphiniums live (Jotted on any available paper)

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Linda-Marie Sweetheart

Date: 4/28/2011 5:59:00 AM

thankxx Sara for your ever uplifting words.. yes the fries are about Mickey D's alright though have not tasted them for many years... and oh those calories bother my mind.. haha..thankxx for uplifting my spirits today.. we are house hunting with my son Anthony as he is taking the plunge on his own now.. it is exhausting luv..

Louis Rams

Date: 4/27/2011 8:04:00 PM

it gives our mind a treat when we see our children dancing under a sprinkle in the street. gr88t write !

Carolyn Devonshire

Date: 4/27/2011 1:09:00 PM

Through your words we can see the flowers and hear te children splaching in the summer heat, Sara. Janet Frame has really inspired you to pen some wonderful poetry! Love, Carolyn

James Foulk

Date: 4/26/2011 8:05:00 PM

loved the line children smile with dimples, this was a great write. thank you for commenting on Mine to behold.

Michelle Mac Donald

Date: 4/26/2011 12:26:00 PM

So sweet, Sara...Drenched like salamanders".:) A wonderfully bright and colourful write! This builds a beautiful scene, Sara. Now I'll have to look up "Delphiniums" and "Zephers" online! They are magnificient, but not as precious as the children! Best to you, Mikki

Linda-Marie Sweetheart

Date: 4/26/2011 5:33:00 AM

Superb imagery in every line ..the flowers come alive with your phrases and stress disappears for certain... the lovely sights do that for us humans... God is so good to give us this beauty luv..

Nette Onclaud

Date: 4/26/2011 5:11:00 AM

that's " writing down the bones," sara... fascinating fragmentations of kendrickish sytle!! much enjoyed the mood of this growing poem :) huggs, nette

Wilma Neels

Date: 4/25/2011 9:11:00 PM

Awesome imagery here Sara, enjoyed by me ;) thank you for always popping in on my side..

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 4/25/2011 8:08:00 PM

Sara I knew what you were saying in your footnotes. But at first I was thinking this set of poems was from that author you quoted as well. Your poems are THAT good. I thought you were showing that author's own poetry. YOu really did well with these little poems and great imagery! a highest rating for them.

Betty Culberson

Date: 4/25/2011 3:27:00 PM

Very nice, sounds like a place I'd like to be thanks for that small glimpse of heaven Betty Culberson

Wiseton Prins

Date: 4/25/2011 3:03:00 PM

I absolutely love the second stanza Sara! Jotted on any available paper? That is the absolute trait of a natural poet... always ready to release the the thoughts as they come... and liberate them in characters on papers... for them to be eventually graduated to the medium through which they will beautifully paint many minds... Sara, i feel so encouraged by that fact... CHEERS Soupmate! >Wish you a lively and inspirational week ahead!