Her Rucksack
By Silver Spun Sand
Mon, 04 Apr 2011
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When we give you this,
we’ll throw in, as well,
Niagara Falls...
the Rocky Mountains
with their shawl
of Bristlecone Pines...
a dozen or so
grazing, Bighorn Sheep.
You may as well have, too,
the Long Son Pagoda –
complete with dragons
breathing fire...
the Sapa Valley
with its crooked seams
of rice fields...
its Sunday night market,
where wide-eyed
kids ran rings around
the English lady
with hair
the colour of straw...
who wanted you
to have this...
to take her places
she never saw.
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Oh, the ache of longing to
Oh, the ache of longing to travel has just unravelled in my heart!
J x
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Oh to be young again, with
Permalink Submitted by skinner_jennifer on
Oh to be young again, with the freedom to go where
you want with the spirit of adventure. I read all
this in your poem Tina. Really brought back the
memories.
Jenny.
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Wonderful and original poem
Wonderful and original poem - love this Tina. :-)
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beautiful, it's so subtle
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beautiful, it's so subtle but still says just enough the pull at my heart strings, I could read it over and over again
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the younguns out on their
Permalink Submitted by littleditty on
the younguns out on their travels -'it's a wonderful world' -very touching poem tina xx
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This is the sort of poem you
This is the sort of poem you read slowly or, if you make the mistake as I did of starting out too fast, you go back to the top of the page and read with leisurely deliberation so as not to miss what's there. Great writing!
barryj1
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Sand Lady, hello. Delightful
Sand Lady, hello.
Delightful and sad.
"...its Sunday night market,where wide-eyed kids ran rings around the English lady..."
Were you sprinkling silver sand and tears in exchange for rice in Sappa Valley?
ScoZen
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You took us all for a
You took us all for a journey here and we saw what she may never have seen!!!
;)Pia
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I was just going to say this
I was just going to say this is a lovely poem, but your last comment makes it so much more than that. A gem.
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I'm sure Auntie Andrea is
I'm sure Auntie Andrea is the best good luck charm but I have oddles of time so I will cross my fingers too.
atb
;)Pia
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Sand Lady. A quick note re
Sand Lady.
A quick note re your reply to Pia.
re young Ashley on her Gold medal award.
Tell her I shall donate a contribution to the Sue Ryder Hospice in memory of her auntie Andrea.
I live nearby so I will be watching from Haytor.
Regards.
ScoZen
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hello, I never did Duke of
hello,
I never did Duke of Edinburgh awards. This poem makes me wish I did. The thrill of travel should be in everyone's veins but as is often the case, people get worried like I did.
This is a great peom again. You are always a great and inspiring writer.
Dark Fox
Kayleigh Nichols
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Well Dartmoor is a very good
Well Dartmoor is a very good starting point - if I could write poetry I'd probably stick to that place, for all the Rockies and Sapa Valleys. But it was good to be carried along with your dreams. 'The call of faraway places' as Edgar Reitz's Heimat puts it (I think).
Rob
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