Author: Pamela O'Brien
Curvy country roads
Winding through the heart and soul
Of a place, I'd like to call home.
Quaint little cottages
With rugged stone walls
That make you forget all of your faults.
Clothes swinging in the breeze
Or the bustle in the city streets
The rhythm of the rain
Or the chatter on the train
Trees that shelter a quiet pasture
And flowers with a velvet texture
In my mind I take a picture
So I can remember what brought me here
A love for the things others do not see
The things that silently live and breathe
So secretly they lie beneath
All that is, and will ever be.
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Dino (22.214.171.124) -- Saturday, May 10 2003, 04:02 am|
This is my kind of poem. I like taking pictures in my mind of the country side. Paying attention to the little things that live and breath. Another nice poem Pam, thanks again for sharing.
|Pamela (126.96.36.199) -- Saturday, May 10 2003, 05:13 pm|
Really, I am so thankful that you appreciate this poem, it really came from the curvy country roads that wind through MY heart and soul. So nice to share it.
|Secret (188.8.131.52) -- Thursday, May 15 2003, 12:52 am|
Dude cant wait to see these winding roads for my self!
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