Willow at Old Poetry

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~~~ The Letter~~~ at storywrite
Father was away to our country estate when Ryder's solicitor came to deliver the horrible news; also to hand me a letter from Ryder.
The following is the letter I read:
White Pants and Frisbee Don't Mix at storywrite

It was a pretty April day that I decided to wear my new white "Dittos" for the first time. You must understand that I worked hard and searched even harder to find
Death Of A Star at storywrite
Death of a Star
It was April 1, 1978, I was standing in our family's kitchen doing dishes, staring blankly out the window that stood over the sink. My dad has been sick for

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on Adventure by Alice Guerin Crist, on October 14, 2005
I agree, Von. No better way to while away an afternoon with some exploring! Again Alice has taken us by the hand and led us along her adventures.

♥
Sally
on A Song Of Delight by Alice Guerin Crist, on October 14, 2005
Alice's writings are so water-colored soft, they weep. If someone was to read this to me, I could imagine every dip and glade.

♥
Sally
on Bilbo's Last Song (At the Grey Havens) by J R R Tolkien, on September 26, 2005
With the death of our member Del Warren Livingston, this is a perfect poem. He has gotten on that boat and his soul is soaring towards the sun. How ironic that the members of Old Poetry would choose such a poem on this day. A perfect send off.

♥
Willow

Edited on Sep 26, 1:41 p.m. because ''.
on Autumn moonlight by Matsuo Basho, on August 31, 2005
Even the smallest of creatures tend to hybernate with the coming of winter. Very vivid in imagery.