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 A log of the magnificent journey across the vast sea of my imagination. |
 A log of our magnificent journey. |
| Everybody needs a hero. I struck it rich, was granted two. My mom and dad were there for me through good and bad, no matter what. They guided me along the path past obstacles to my future. Up and down steep hills we went. We did struggle, but here I am. |
beach sandy, crowded swimming, surfing, burning tides, dunes, streams, trails hiking, camping, puffing rocky, steep mountain Notes on the Diamante form of poetry ▼ |
| The train of time keeps on rolling down the tracks, past birthdays, graduations, weddings, retirement, and obituary. Still, the train of time keeps on rolling. |
| I remember when you and me, sitting under the apple tree, launched destiny with our first kiss, and thus began our years of bliss. Our wedding vows with family, taken under the apple tree, secured the bond to last through years of laughter, arguments, and tears. Our kids enjoyed their revelry, running around the apple tree, as they matured into adults, making us happy with results. So, here we are again, you and me buried under the apple tree, together for eternity. |
| Buffalo soldiers made their mark in history showing bravery and tenaciousness in spades, despite racial prejudice and native unrest. For years of loyal service, we still salute them. Notes ▼ |
| The time has come to get away from stifling urban density and strenuous commercial fray in our Winnebago RV. Instead of irksome traffic blare, we can enjoy the crickets' choir and sensory treats beyond compare wrapping us in marvel to inspire. Hypnotized by fireflies that flash all around us when sun goes down, we join in Mother Nature's bash, admiring her lavender gown. |
| On Flanders Field, where artillery shells churned up the dirt and killed many soldiers, poppy seeds began to bloom. Along with crimson poppies, military cemeteries appeared to honor the sacrifices of those who gave their lives on that hallowed ground |
| Don't forget your string of pearls-- those pearls of wisdom to guide you along the path of life. Be careful what you're wishing for, because the light sometimes shines on webs of temptation to lead you down the wrong path. |
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