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Speak to Me
by Jane E PearceSpeak to me some night,
while the carriage wheels us home,
and the horses' breath veils the air,
where once wild flowers bloomed.
Remind me of the smell of grass,
fresh mown, in childhood's yard,
where sunshine framed the flowers
around the fountain quad.
Talk about new found treasures
excavated every day,
discoveries of life's treasures
childhood held at bay-
images of the journey
from birth to the golden dome.
Speak to me some night
while the carriage wheels us home.
04/11/2003 Posted on 04/11/2003
Copyright © 2026 Jane E Pearce
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Melissa Arel on 04/15/03 at 07:33 PM This is absolutely beautiful Jane! I really enjoy reading your writings :) |
| Posted by Rachelle Howe on 09/15/06 at 06:06 PM Wonderful tie in conclusion. :) it's hard to pull that off effectively. |
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