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Creative Works ..... Judith Giddings - Amy Hester |
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Poem By Amy Hester
An everlasting highway
to the place where loved ones reside.
A gray sky hovering above;
mysterious does this view outside of my window seem.
"I am a man of constant sorrow," rings through my ears;
as I join in song about the dead racoon
lying on the side of the road.
Ah, these are the moments where I forget
that reality is real.
The times when I become content
without a single care in the world.
The trance in which I find true sanity;
all beyond myself.
I feel as light as air,
as I float into my special place.
The place where loved ones have never known
that ignorance is bliss.
The place where men of joy,
roam with well racoons.
I am the no name that everyone knows.
So just call me sweet little baby,
for I have stepped out of mind,
and into the place where cherries grow on apple trees...
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Judith Giddings
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