![]() patienceA Poem by Emily B![]() not where this was supposed to go![]() I thought I might walk out this morning and bear witness to the Passion of the leaves on Big Hill.
I paused under the wise old oak. Sat long and wondering and my endurance was blessed by scarlet and gold hues intensifying above me. © 2009 Emily BAuthor's Note
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57 Reviews Added on November 6, 2008 Last Updated on September 28, 2009 Author![]() Emily BRichmond, KYAboutto the Lost Boys I am no Wendy; but my voice brings you back to me. And you sit around my feet, anxious for a story or a kiss. Listening to my words spinning adventures, like so much g.. more..Writing
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