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that's sure some heavy metal i read in a while ..lucid , precise and awe inspiring... please don't publish them in a book for a while if possible..i am really broke, and wouldn't wanna try my luck on whether i could restrain myself from stealing it off the shelf... You are kind to warn me.They are my children's legacy. My heart is all I have. Thank you for reading and enjoying. |
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Old Man’s Legacy
We shall remember All you have said. Stories of the war, How our God has blessed. How you loved each of us, Cherished Grandma Lue. We really understood Faithful, always true. Every day we were together You impressed us to know What really mattered most Would be the seeds to sow. You taught us of freedom, How great our country was. Show respect, fly the flag Do it right just because. To the next your flag entrusted With purpose unafraid. Freedom’s price not withheld In honor still shall wave. SadieLu2012 to Adrian |
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Palo Duro Canyon
We’ll look back through this lens of azure vast panning majestic grace where fragile layers embedded between ancient formations are carved out ruins exposed by wind and time. How Autumn’s quilt laid out surprises of golds, burnished leaves beginning their turn mixing with red clay swatch cut-outs of the canyon floor spotted here and there by gnarly mesquite poised near boulders and ground brush. Where echo sounds the distance realizing silence lives to thrive here compelling one into its soothe knowing lonely calm has found a home to heal. If ever there was comfort in the dark it is here under this canopy of still. Glimmering stars, winking and blinking from their height. Whispers of breeze teasing around the chilly huddles wrapped in their blankets in awe of this wonder transition. We will look back and remember sweet. As for me, I will recall how my heart filled with such love as the realization of past conversations etched on an invisible thread came alive, resounding deeply of laughter, faces warmth, connected friendship. How time and space bridged a chasm needing, hope, voice where once only silence. That, unconditional was possible, That the reality of survival and who we are, what we say to each other cannot be faked. I saw you with my own eyes. Love, SadieLu©2012 Mingle Palo Duro Canyon Meet Texas 11/2,3,4,2012 |
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Sadie!...How do you do it?...Your perfect prose just keep getting better...All who read this will feel as if they are standing high atop the canyon floor drinking in the raw beauty surrounding them!..Thanks for sharing your gift....
Just have to say for me this line is breathtaking....."If ever there was comfort in the dark, it is here under this canopy of still." 
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Absolutely beautiful Sadie..
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Sadie!...How do you do it?...Your perfect prose just keep getting better...All who read this will feel as if they are standing high atop the canyon floor drinking in the raw beauty surrounding them!..Thanks for sharing your gift.... Just have to say for me this line is breathtaking....."If ever there was comfort in the dark, it is here under this canopy of still."
You are so kind. It was absolutely beautiful. I wanted to share with those who were not there. Thank you, so very... |
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Absolutely beautiful Sadie.. Thank you, Ainjel. You would have loved it... |
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Missed and Memories The dream of missed and memories filled the air today. Wafted through the trees creating silent haze. Whispers told of days before Children's play and tears Holding hands and kisses tender Everyone so near. Momma cooked the turkey I remember how her hands turned and stirred the bread crumbs Her stuffing! Oh! So grand. Lacing up the big bird In her special way I can hear her sweet voice especially today. Dad so proud of Momma she could do no wrong. He'd just eat it any way Oh! She's been gone so long. The roses while we live given each to one love is cooked and laced memories are done. Plated on the table our lives are dished and shared. Hearts are opened, family burdens held truth bared. And in this midst of memories tabled meals of care Silent thanks and giving For "Loved" and those not here. Sadie Harris©2007 |
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Contemplations Once again, the evidence is clear. Complacency clothed in finery composure fitted for the occasion distinctive persuasive quality exposed to elements We await viable to birth serendipitous recollections pulling from thin air to a heady redeemer. The need always insatiable. Artificial means futile. Scaling down to simplicity serves only to stifle it's fate. Haven't decided yet, Should I decorate this year? I mean..it's just me. Are you...going to ...decorate? SadieLu© 2012 |
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Edited by
Sharris
on
Tue 01/01/13 10:35 AM
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Hypothetically Thinking
Oh, this balancing act above ground. one foot in front of the next. Those questions that arise pondering decisions based on dreams versus hopes reality versus desires. The "what would I" "what should I" "what will I" circling back around to "what I do... in all actuality. Never have I been able to let my dreams soar any higher than the solid ground desperately needed to keep me from falling too far because it hurts deeply and painfully. You will catch me, though in a quiet moment... this woman that is too serious at times, wondering how it feels to have her face cupped by tender, strong hands in a passionate expression by the man who loves her. She might even get lost in a gasp when she sees two lovers caught in a stolen moment of hushed communication from across the room. a silent knowing. She does cry tenderness, exposed. For the most part, though, I just try to live everyday. I am thankful and blessed. If I had a choice, would I rather...? I cannot imagine this life, this gift without God, my Savior. Life has a way of filling in the blanks answers come and go...a new day, perhaps. Actually...there's nothing new under the sun. Choice...can it be hypothetical? SadieLu2013 |
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Even reading this again is wonderful...Happy beautiful New Year to you Sadie...May the blanks life fills in this new year be fantastic...
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Even reading this again is wonderful...Happy beautiful New Year to you Sadie...May the blanks life fills in this new year be fantastic...
To me, time and the lines are not as distinct as they once were. Spending together..that renews our souls. Thank you, Anj. You are a sweet fragrance. |
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Really good stuff !
I am truly enjoying reading your writing Ma'am Thanks for sharing ! 
KiK |
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Really good stuff ! I am truly enjoying reading your writing Ma'am Thanks for sharing !
KiK Thank you and welcome here. Hope to see you again. |
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Us
We live for these moments surprises when Knowing they really shouldn't be Sweet times where friends let each other know that it's perfectly fine to be that child Eat cake be a bit wild. Most of of all it's the "presence"unwrapped. Sharing our hearts Giving back Parts of ourselves the best you see Our gifts to each other that makes us just "we". SadieLu2013 |
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Us We live for these moments surprises when Knowing they really shouldn't be Sweet times where friends let each other know that it's perfectly fine to be that child Eat cake be a bit wild. Most of of all it's the "presence"unwrapped. Sharing our hearts Giving back Parts of ourselves the best you see Our gifts to each other that makes us just "we". SadieLu2013 (((Sadie)))...Presence unwrapped, sharing our hearts 
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Haha... luv it. Straight to the point.
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Sadie, it's always nice to read you...
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Haha... luv it. Straight to the point. Always good to see you, always. |
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Sadie, it's always nice to read you...
Love seeing you here, reading your collections and listening to you. You are quite the tender soul. |
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