The Gate
The rusty old gate protested as I forced it open to enter a weary overgrown garden littered with thatch from the roof. Grimy windows ensured privacy for the interior the door, hanging from it's hinges...
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Maggie you don't just write beautiful poetry dear lady, you paint the most fantastic of pictures with your golden pen.Thank you so much for being here with us, and for allowing us to share your joyous...
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Maggie, I, too, so appreciate your talent that shows forth in each poem you share with us. I have found it is somewhat difficult to return to the place of my childhood. It is never the same; and of...
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Les and Wanda thank you both so much for commentingThis is still our home but of course it was rebuiltbefore I was born
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This was very wonderful to read, and I am sure we are can relate in one way or another. All friends age too, and we recall days gone by, younger, when we frolicked and did often some mighty dumb...
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Maggie, this is a very emotional look at yesteryear. I loved the picture and the poem. It all took my memories back to a sweeter time. You share yourlife so beautifully.Hugs,Sylvia
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Maggie, you brought this place to life for me as if I was there with you. I could see it, hear it, smell it .. and sense the memories it held.
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I also sometimes yearn for yesteryear...Maggie,a beautifully written poem, and the imagery you paint with your words are wonderful and also makes me remember my childhood ...
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