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Just a few thoughts from out on the porch...Sara

To Be Inspired

Out On The Porch December 22, 2011..Thursday

To be inspired onto the porch I went
The clouds were down the mist was thick
Roosters' voices were long and loud____
Sound waves carried for many miles

Drip, drip from roof and leaves
Carried the tune an orchestar began to weave
Deep bass of a truck in the distance
Breeze stirred the sound, I found no resistence

As I listened, looked around; what wonders
My eyes also found_The Forsythia blooms
Out on the porch senses delight
From here I feel no fright_

Places in a distance_the sounds of guns
Showing a deep resistence (to those in rule)
Guns of war, guns of gangs
Peace destroyed_boys being maimed

Out on the porch peace envelopes
Crow caws that warning fellow
All is quiet once again
Only Sparrow's song like a mandolin
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Guzzi Avatar
January 15, 2012 at 6:31 PM
Yes so much peace and yet some involve themselves with war, it boogles the mind. Thanks for your kind congrad's on my verse Madness! Light & Love
Knop Avatar
December 27, 2011 at 3:00 AM
Awesome write Sara! Lovely your last line!!! Take care!...Gert
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December 24, 2011 at 2:33 PM
Smile ˜ I believe that most all wish to always find themselves amid such serenity * My dear beautiful Sara * Away from the shadows which utter their continuums in sorrows ˜ Escaping as in a peaceful song sung by tranquillities Sparrow's ˜ I would once more love to find myself standing aside your precious beauty upon this porch; gazing into your beautiful eyes * Merry Christmas to You * My love always, John!:) ˜
Haick Avatar
December 23, 2011 at 10:44 PM
This a truly lovely piece, Sara. I had to stop by to wish you a very Merry Christmas and a happy New Year. Peace and love, Annalise
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December 23, 2011 at 7:37 PM
I loved the dynamic you presented here Sara, enjoyed reading your poems today (i read from Orange-Red Dreadlocks), sorry i can't comment in each one for time is a bit limited for me right now. wishing you a great night on your Christmas's eve.
Horne Avatar
December 23, 2011 at 9:20 AM
Lovely piece on your thoughts on your peaceful porch, my friend. I like to stand on the back step and just think about things : )
Dietrich Avatar
December 22, 2011 at 10:10 PM
I hope you don't hear the awful sounds in the distance, Sara. I love how you get inspired by sitting on your porch. You write alot about your porch and your yard. Cool!
Situation Avatar
December 22, 2011 at 6:24 PM
masterfully done! you posses a skill in observation and poetic expression. very good. T.S.
Richards Avatar
December 22, 2011 at 1:43 PM
So beautifully written, Sara. I can hear the beauty, and the sadness intermingled in every line. Ps...soupmail coming...
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December 22, 2011 at 11:16 AM
Many things of life at last sounds like this....'Only Sparrow's song like a mandolin'. Thanks my friend. Wonderful write. Enjoyed. bl
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