L G Meadows

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StoryI Ain't Writing L G Meadows415 years 1 week ago
StoryLOVE EXPLORED susansuzy215 years 2 weeks ago
StoryTell Me Friend Joe Williams215 years 3 weeks ago
StoryHero L G Meadows215 years 3 weeks ago
StoryJourney of Imagination L G Meadows215 years 3 weeks ago
StoryStatistical Process Control (SPC) HalfDaft115 years 3 weeks ago
StorySoft Thoughts L G Meadows315 years 3 weeks ago
StoryNINE THIRTY-FOUR IN THE EVENING kheldar1315 years 4 weeks ago
StoryThrough the smoke of the evening fire V.C.Willow315 years 1 month ago
StoryNon -sense V.C.Willow215 years 1 month ago
StoryLove Song L G Meadows415 years 1 month ago
StoryClassical Music David Maidment115 years 1 month ago
StoryUnruly Words L G Meadows715 years 2 months ago
Story'Meant to be' andrew-evans415 years 2 months ago
StoryLIVING LIFE ON A DREAM skinner_jennifer2515 years 2 months ago
StoryNature's Songs L G Meadows615 years 2 months ago
StoryDon't Call It Love L G Meadows215 years 2 months ago
StoryChocolate Geoffrey1115 years 2 months ago
StoryExert from my zaprtangol blog peterelbee215 years 2 months ago
StoryFrom My London Album Luly Whisper615 years 2 months ago
StoryPause. marcuscleaver215 years 2 months ago
StoryNobody ever listened to me David Maidment215 years 2 months ago
StoryDestiny L G Meadows215 years 2 months ago
StoryMy Pal Bill oldpesky715 years 2 months ago
StoryRiver Walk L G Meadows315 years 2 months ago

My stories

Times of My Life

When I am twenty one Life is going to be fun The world- my oyster Won’t live in a cloister When I am twenty one When I am thirty three Life will go merrily Know where I’m going

Memories

I pull the old fashioned hat box from the top of the cupboard where it has resided for most of a life time.
Cherry

Borders of Sleep: Nightmare I.P.

I have come to the borders of sleep And slip in a land that exists Only in my mind I walk in shadow swept valleys Long forgotten memories Hiding in the crevices Come creeping out

The Sea and the Sand

The sea and the sand Are lovers Gently they caress The tide places its watery hand Upon the sand’s moist breast The sand is stirred And joins the sea In a joyful swirl

A Busy Day

I watched the grass grow in the garden Ants scurry in a queue I watched butterflies on flowers Drinking up the dew I saw a snail on the wall The leaves upon the path And in a smallish puddle

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