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My Latest Poem
I wrote this poem not too long ago. It's about a place not far from where I live. This is where a gentlman friend of mine lives whom also I receive my hay from for my horses.
A long story short...But I have a girlfriend who is in love with this man. I wrote this poem for her. Eight Bales Of Hay. Taking a dirt road, winding and turning A silent sigh, a breath taken Eyes not needing to see Exactly knowing the special path Leading to eight bales of hay. Feeling the road underneath It brings you alive Breathing the air, lined in dust A smile covers the heart Taking each twisting turn slowly. Moving forward, revealing its truth Looking back an angel follows Wings protected in steel rushing Anticipating, she follows willingly Leading to eight bales of hay. This place is magical, singing If you stop and listen you will hear Echo's of dreams being made. Reaching out, surrounding tightly captured Selfishly taken for our own. The horses whisper Knowing the secrets told Carrying our dance, each step with grace. A pounding force never hesitating Patiently waiting,, following Leading to eight bales of hay. Every direction lies beauty Embellished streaks of sun on our backs. Bittersweet thoughts ring true Not escaping our minds, Stories told to few. Smiles embraced with a friend Sharing life's similar passion Each understanding a different path Leading to eight bales of hay. For a moment time has stopped Captured by a tear or a smile. A story told taking a journey Making it each our own. Our destination lead by the heart Being drowned with sips of life. Holding onto separate meanings, It's the same path we take Leading to eight bales of hay.
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Very very beautiful Sheryl. You are a very talented woman. Have you thought of or tried to be published?
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Oh heavens no Traci. But thanks! I just write for fun.  Some of my others are a bit twisted. 
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03-29-2007, 11:13 PM
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So glad you posted this! You sent this to me before my ofther computed got fried, and lost it. Now i have it back
 Thanksssssyouuuuuu
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That was very, very nice. Sheryl you really should send a few of your poems off to see if they will be published. You're very talented.
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Sheryl, that's amazing! I love it! I agree with everyone who says you should send in a few to see if you could get published. You really have a lot of talent.
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Wow, Sheryl!! That was really good!! I agree with the others that you should check into having some published.
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LMAO!!! I just re-read my poem and it's missing my last part. OH my goodness. I crack myself up at times/ I didn't copy the second page of my document.
Ok - here is the entire poem, including the end. What's a poem w/out the end. Ladies, I am surprised you didn't ask "where's the end". So sorry ladies. That's me, half minded at times. Eight Bales Of Hay Taking a dirt road, winding and turning A silent sigh, a breath taken Eyes not needing to see Exactly knowing the special path Leading to eight bales of hay. Feeling the road underneath It brings you alive Breathing the air, lined in dust A smile covers the heart Taking each twisting turn slowly. Moving forward, revealing its truth Looking back an angel follows Wings protected in steel rushing Anticipating, she follows willingly Leading to eight bales of hay. This place is magical, singing If you stop and listen you will hear Echo?s of dreams being made. Reaching out, surrounding tightly captured Selfishly taken for our own. The horses whisper Knowing the secrets told Carrying our dance, each step with grace. A pounding force never hesitating Patiently waiting,, following Leading to eight bales of hay. Every direction lies beauty Embellished streaks of sun on our backs. Bittersweet thoughts ring true Not escaping our minds, Stories told to few. Smiles embraced with a friend Sharing life?s similar passion Each understanding a different path Leading to eight bales of hay. For a moment time has stopped Captured by a tear or a smile. A story told taking a journey Making it each our own. Our destination lead by the heart Being drowned with sips of life. Holding onto separate meanings, It?s the same path we take Leading to eight bales of hay. Never wanting to let go Finding more reasons to stay. We take just one more dance, Another foot print left on the ground. What has been found and touched More than what we came for Our very own special path, Leading to eight bales of hay. Not alone nor crowded Pastures giving space, an open view. Sights telling the story, Etched in the emerald hills. Leaving behind the essence Turning around for one last glimpse Longing for another day, our hopes once again Leading to eight bales of hay.
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Thats ok girl - its beautiful no matter what!
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lol Sheryl! I just thought that's where it ended.
I didn't even noticed. But the ending is really great as well!
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03-30-2007, 10:46 AM
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Thanks ladies. Atleast now you have the entire poem, not just pieces.
How embarrassing!!  Actually I am heading over there now to the place I wrote the poem about. We are in the middle (friend and I) mentoring a teen for yet another year of queening for the local rodeo's. It's fun!  The skies are iffy, could rain or downpour any moment so we are just taking it minute by minute. Traci - I will post those "twisted" poems later tonight. And I will apologize now if my writings offend anybody. What can I say? Life is about "stuff" no matter what.
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Wow, you are talented!! Thanks for sharing.
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