Treasure Island

R. K. Hart

(Australia)

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  • Margaret Haig (12/1/2012 10:38:00 PM)

    That line. In the loves poem Loves nature. I was taught at school. I wasn't to repeat at start and end same words, Could it be different. Not forcing you to change, only asking if not its the restis okie dokey. Mate

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Finding My Love

She might be the one, who stands outside theatre grand,
Waiting for the wealthy with ribboned violets in hand.
Her clothes hand me downs from a mother long gone,
She may be the one to raise my heart to sing its song.

She could be found by rushing stream pounding clothes on washing rocks,
Or scaling fish surrounded by gulls, boats and docks.
Her perfume might be that of soap or salt on misty air.
This fair maid could cause a young man's heart to dare.

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