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Missing Children

  1. ahorseback profile image81
    ahorsebackposted 7 years ago

    Just Outside the Front Door

       It's true life must go on and it
       does though never as before.
       Once long ago two small boys played
       together just outside the front door.

       There is something eternally beautiful
       about small hands burried in the sand.
       And too ....there is a plague that spreads
       across this once great land.

       A drunk driver and a fifty-seven chevy
       changed everything about that magic.
       Your golden hair and the bluest eyes
       I've ever seen...why in the end ..tragic.

       I think all the judges should be chosen
       from the ranks of victims of violence.
       And the cries  of all the lost children
       would turn easily to heavenly silence.

       For  Dougie

    1. Polly C profile image90
      Polly Cposted 7 years agoin reply to this

      That's a moving poem....why did you post it on the forum instead of making it into a hub?

      1. ahorseback profile image81
        ahorsebackposted 7 years agoin reply to this

        I  am just "learning the ropes" of this sight , and although I have been writing  for a while  , i've just started looking into what I should do with the pages in the box.

  2. myownworld profile image79
    myownworldposted 7 years ago

    Obviously, a new hubber, trying to find their way around!
    Welcome here ahorseback. That's a beautifil poem so I hope you'll make it into a hub (http://hubpages.com/faq/#hubtool). Take care smile

    1. ahorseback profile image81
      ahorsebackposted 7 years agoin reply to this

      Thank you for the comment  ,  I am just beginning to think of what i can do with all this stuff  in my head  as well as exploreing  all the web sites and people in them. ,I do like this place though.

 
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