Rebecca Navarre

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Roads Roamed.

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Windmill, glistening in the suns
cold. Fields are froze. The porch swing
in the yard, is covered with snow. The barn,
looks so vacant and old. The sound of a calf,
cries out low. Sit here, looking down the
driveways, winding road. Once again, the
heart shows. But life's already been sewn.
Even though, there's a deep
knowing.

Rebecca Navarre

Saturday, January 2, 2021

Topic(s) of this poem: reflections

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That feeling of waiting, longing, wishing and hoping that, that loved one will come walking up that winding drive. But, the deep knowing, that that won't be. Dec 27th 2019

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LeeAnn Azzopardi 26 June 2021

beautifully I was speechless

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Dr Dillip K Swain 25 June 2021

A wonderful porm

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Rebecca Navarre 05 January 2021

There is a time for us to wander. Andy Griffith

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