A Wall Made of Stone


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    A Wall Made of Stone

    It was a dream in the night,
    where I could play as a child.
    Let my spirit roam freely,
    and my imagination run wild.

    She took me by the hand,
    to this wonderful place,
    This is where I live now,
    a loving glance from her face.

    Her Eyes sparkled with life,
    what a beautiful smile,
    I have been living here ,
    for a short while.

    That moment was amazing,
    the sight of a marvelous home,
    I could see nestled in the trees,
    the walls made of stone.

    You built this for me,
    with the most part of your life.
    It is warm and cozy,
    and the interior's real nice.

    I don't want to sit here,
    and look at it all day.
    Take my hand dear Daddy,
    come on lets go play.

    We ran through these feilds,
    filled with flowers and grass,
    The flowers were planted there,
    by people you helped in the past.

    We came to a wall,
    which remained somewhat unfinished.
    It surounded the home,
    and the stones had been polished.

    She said," For every good deed,
    that comes from the kindness of your heart.
    Angels come from heaven,
    to build another part.

    I keep the tears wiped from my eyes,
    with my joys and delight,
    Work hard everyday,
    and try to do something nice.

    I know we'll meet again,
    in this place built with devotion.
    Roam through it's gardens,
    and swim in its' oceans

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    Phoenix9 commented on A Wall Made of Stone


    very well written

    Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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