Bells, shells,
The wishing wells
Are full of nickels and dimes.
Flowers, showers,
The midnight hours,
Clocks are sounding chimes.
Seas, oh please,
Upon my knees,
I hand my ring to you.
Aisle, Smile
Half the miles,
We’ll pause to say, “I Do.”
1989 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)
(published in Voices, Volume 1, NO.3, Aug.1, 1994 Issue, page 5)
3 of my others beside it on same page were:
As I Watch, Forever Apart, & Longing To Be There
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The journey began at the altar. I hope it has been hand in hand, through the boulders and the mud.
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It was merely a thought of how fond things must be according to what was told. How beautiful to have witnessed truth be greater than its own legend.
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reblogging my published poetry
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