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Apparently this has been deemed to be one of the best I have written so far. Not sure why exactally. It's a narrative from the pov of my dad. Let me know what you think. Thanks!
Rated: Fiction K - English - Spiritual - Words: 123 - Reviews: 4 - Published: 09-23-05 - id: 2013402
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Mountain Path to Peace
There is a place the city will
Never touch
Where there are no sounds
Only the wind through the
Yellow grasses and
Old evergreen trees dotting the landscape
The mountains.
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I have been to this place often
When codes typed upon a glowing screen
Do not entrap me in their lifeless ways.
A fast paced life forgotten
In the bluebird's high pitched
Song.
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I Work in this place not for money
For pleasure
In the scents of day lilies and roses flanking
The old stone foundation,
In pure white clouds tickling the peaks of mountains
Vanishing in the early morning haze,
In the swirls of sawdust and roaring of chain
Clearing a path
To peace.
9/20/05
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