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My Sarah

by Frank Fields
copyright 05-23-2010


Age Rating: 7 +
My Sarah


Her name was Dee
And so we played
Under warm tropic skies
Of day and night
And on icy high
Mountain top
From the lush damp loam
Of steamy jungle flower
To valley carpet
Of the mountain flower
She is gone
But lives on still
In the one
Who I call
Sarah

Double down the hard way
Six or eight to show
Pay me high or pay me low
The cup of Love wants to play.

^_^


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        05-30-2010     Mae Futter Stein        

Hi Frank,
I enjoyed your lovely poem of Sarah. It is so nice that she lives on in another named Dee.
It is so great to be loved and the words tell it all. I will read this over again, as it is a heart warming to wake up to in the morning. Thanks for sharing it....Mae <3

        05-29-2010     Leigh Gilholm Fisher        

This was very cute, and very sweet. ^-^ It was a heartwarming poem with a very lovely message. It's always nice to happen across kind and warm poems like this one. Good work!


~Leigh of the Commenting Community

        05-27-2010     Frank Fields        

Hi BrytEyz ^^

Thank you for your comments and praise. Always the dice must roll. The reward is always worth the wager, and those few sad times when the roll seems bad, why then what to do but roll again?

^_~

Frank :)

        05-26-2010     Mary -BrytEyz- Ball        

At least our "Kitty" is full of memories
And all the happenings we've not forgot
Splendid bliss on occasions like this
And yet, it's all a gamble, is it not?
So, throw the dice and let 'er roll
Casting the lot into love's tempting pot!

(And may I say, I LOVE the picture too!!!!)
Thank you for sharing the beauty here both for our eyes and hour hearts. :-)

        05-24-2010     Wayne Thomas        

This little poem made my day. Love really is universal and lives on somewhere, maybe not where we expected, but there nonetheless. (Though sometimes the stuff going on in this world makes you wonder!) Thanks,
Wayne



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