Nurses and Doctors; say, "Your too sick to go Home"
"An apartment with a desk; write a Homesick Poem"
" What do you possibly see in that mountain top cabin?"
I see the Earth in a different perspective than You
Landscapes of Beauty, spread wings of the Bald Eagle
Peaceful tranquility nature's creatures walk right up to You
The Firmament, so close, Heavens Flowers, You can smell
Reach up, caress a white silky cloud in a soporiferous spell
During hunting season I see an albino buck munching apples in my backyard
To be Cont.
Paradise Lives; in the Imagination
It was there that I met : the Beautiful “ RAIN “
I stand in Awe; Watch HER “Transfiguration”
To a Herd of “Lipizzaner” : “ PURE ~ RAIN
Glory, so full of LOVE : I Kiss HER Hand
Her Heavenly Eyes tell the story of “ Man “
I enter a Soporiferous : Dream of “ LOVE “
They Sing at the Gates of Heaven : “Those I LOVE"
Inspired By Constance LaFrance ~ A Rambling POET ~ Her "Bio" Picture
By Her POEMS, Her HEART, and Her LOVE
By her Contest " Rain, the Story "
Dedicated To Constance in Loving Memory of her Sister " SUSIE "
Written By HGarvey Daniel Esquire
4th Place
Driving down the road, in a sea of snow, barely able to see.
Each flake passing by like a tiny universe, pays no heed to me.
The halo headlights of an on coming car , half a mile away.
The soporiferous snow, lulled me back to the events of the day.
Early in the morning, their loud yelps, without any warning :
My dogs saw a turkey, their leashes, torn from my hand.
The sun was nowhere to be found, starring at shadows on the ground.
I followed the turkey, the dogs, by their sound ; Bright, White, Light.
Oh MY GOD : I'm in the wrong lane, I hope it is quick , I don't like pain.
Like sonic Thunder : Metal smashing Metal : My life went through my Brain.
The hood catapulted into the windshield, hurling shard glass into My Breast.
OH MY GOD : LENORE I'm coming HOME; MY SOUL can finally REST.
Then I Awoke
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