12-31-2006, 02:53 PM
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"Steam Will Rise"
Steam Will Rise
Apple strudel, coffee black,
Pancakes piled into a stack.
Cooling shelves hold fresh baked pies,
From cakes to bagels, steam will rise.
Winter mornings cool and crisp,
Strain to hear the whispers whisp.
Solar streams slice through the skies,
Melts the pond, and steam will rise.
Motor engine's sick 'tis true;
Has caught the vehicular flu.
The walk to work's a bad surprise,
And from one's ears, hot steam will rise.
Evening shadows, daylight's spent,
Bath is drawn with flowers scent.
Soothing smells will close one's eyes,
And from the bubbles, steam will rise.
Blessings
Sally
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Forestdawn
Goddess of the green grove.
Honor the old ones in deed and name
let love and light be our guides again.
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