This Poem was Submitted By: Rick Barnes On Date: 2002-03-16 15:07:36 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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Four Quatrains

Two Gardens My garden grows ripe with I know not what, from the seeds that I’ve sown but long forgot. It lay untended to grow as it will, while I pick wild berries over the hill. An Absence In The Stare It's always such a sad surprise To look into familiar eyes And find an absence in the stare.... The one you love, no longer there. To Teach A Child To Navigate To teach a child to navigate One lesson should be taught. The road to hell is smooth and straight, The road to glory's not. The Sound In Here It's such a fragile quiet The slightest sound would crush. I will open up to let you in, But you must promise  -  s-h-h-h-

Copyright © March 2002 Rick Barnes

Additional Notes:
These were submitted before the big crash. I am resubmitting them. There seems to be be a slight prejudice here in T.P.L. against short works. It is very subtle at times and I'm sure unintentional. Your comments are appreciated. Three people gave great feedback prior to the crash and I didn't have a chace to respond. If they would respond once more I would be in their debt. Thank You -Rick


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