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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=426013" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Spinning Rhymes</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In winter crystal carpet spun<br>returns us right where we begun<br>when forests walked and talked on cue<br>still roots push through, greet promised sun.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When meadow beckons all should go<br>exploring glades they've yet to know, <br>discover shades of green and blue.<br>Why follow fallow furrow‘s woe ? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The meadow gentle? Time and place<br>for sunlight strive at rival pace, -<br>’spite sunlit face, bright spilling dew<br>heed spider warnings to man’s race.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sun, sinking, bids the birds asleep<br>though thorny hedgehogs slowly creep<br>beside the brake where curlew flew<br>and cuckoo echoes echoed deep, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">While trout still tipple in the deep.<br>calm nor alarm, nor timid peep, <br>awakens sleeping sheep who grew<br>content in sturdy shepherd’s keep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then lines from rest to test shall steep<br>on meadowsward inked page, tryst keep<br>to share sage secrets once we knew<br>before eyes veiled, lies more lies reap.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>23 March 2005 response to Mary Ann King Meadow Moments see also Summer’s Day mosaic<br>slightly revised 10 January 2009<br>http: //allpoetry.com/poem/1098906 </div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Meadow Moments</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The meadow is a carpet spun<br>of flowers swaying in sun<br>where blue jay fly and rabbits run; <br>there in the meadow neath the sun.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The meadow beckons, I must go<br>retracing footprints that I know, <br>where columbine and mercies grow.<br>I walk in footprints that I know.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The meadow is a gentle place, <br>my heart is still, I feel His grace<br>as sunlight spills upon my face; <br>in warming rays I feel His grace.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And in the meadow moments sleep.<br>Neath silky streams, their secrets keep.<br>'Tis wisdom's fruit that they shall reap, <br>then secrets they'll no longer keep. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> <br>Mary Ann King 4 March 2005</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Jonathan+Robin">Jonathan Robin</a><div class=q>
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when forests walked and talked on cue
still roots push through, greet promised sun.

When meadow beckons all should go
exploring glades they've yet to know, 
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