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  • thats such a beautiful thought developed into a gr8 poem you could potentially write a book of poems and become a famous writer all u need is to be noticed even childrens books x keep writing and I'll b praying 4 u 2 get that oh so deserved lucky break x
    • thanks for dropping by at my blog..i apreciate your comment.thanks again..keep safe
      • Next time make it a tree and let it be me ....one that will withstand the winter and sprout in the spring and make the street colorful orange and red in the autumn and give you shade in the summer...and shelter in the rain and let you carve your love ones name...the tree will keep you secrets and give you a nice breeze when you are hot and when you are tired and sit on the grassy ground I will hold you and let you sleep...but if you feel like playing you can climb me and play and hangout upside down if you feel silly..you can read a book and share a life with me you can take you great grand children to visit me and share a quiet time or go alone and dream....
        • I used to spend most of my childhood afternoons in trees. I had a tree fort and a favorite "desk", as I called it, in a crabapple tree. I once fell asleep in the tree and it was likely the best sleep I ever had and it's amazing I didn't fall. Thanks for your nice idea about the tree! Thanks again for these nice comments....all made me smile.

          Out of sadness, hope does sometime Spring

          THIS POEM HAS BEEN DELETED - MAY BE FOUND ON THE WEB
          BY SEARCHING FOR POEMS BY JAMES T. ADAIR



          All Winter
          When nobody was around
          Underneath the neglected garden
          Inside the frozen ground

          Lived a little flower
          who nobody noticed
          because she was hidden
          underneath: forgotten, forbidden

          Underneath the broken branches of Fall
          Many moons passed, she missed all
          underneath the Winter snows and February rain
          Nobody noticed her dormant, everpresent pain

          But underneath the thawing dark soil
          she was dreaming, though doing so was toil
          because through all her lonliness and grief
          she dreamed of oneday sprouting, this was her belief

          And so she waited and hoped underneath the ground
          silently hoping for the day an admirer would come around
          but none ever did and so she learned to keep things hid
          and dreamed for the day that of this sadness she would finally be rid

          And oneday she thought she felt moist warmth
          and dreamt it might be because of the sun
          The sun was her kind friend, for a time her only one
          and so to the sun her hopes would run

          And her dreams brough a glimmer, a sparkle of light
          and to reach it she tried with all her might
          but as soon as she felt certain she was there, it turned to night
          and so this day, dashed were her hopes bright

          But the next morning she felt the sunrise
          and dried the tears from her little flower eyes
          and then it got cloudy and began to rain
          and the rain seeped through the soil and eased her inner pain

          And when she was beginning to think all was in vain
          she heard footsteps she thought may be of a man
          and she tried to listen for them whenever they appeared
          she did listen through the earth though she had to strain

          She imagined him to be kind, though she didn't know why
          for him she found the strength to try
          because one day amidst the footsteps she thought she heard him
          cry

          So day by day, through thick or thin
          regardless of how she felt sad or the dungeon she was trapped in
          she dreamed of a sunny day as the sunshine came and went
          though she could not see the light through her earthen tent

          By and by the sun seemed to shine longer
          she could feel but not see but she wished it could possibly be
          and she wished herself upward like the branches of a tree
          trying so hard to be what she felt meant to be

          And as if a reward for her toil, she sprouted a delicate flower
          that grew upward minute by minute, hour upon hour
          and one morning she felt the sun so bright
          she reached a bit harder and finally..Finally...she saw her first light

          And it was beautiful to her to see, though she just barely poked through
          and so she pushed toward it and grew
          and though she didn't have eyes like you or me...still she could see
          and through this little patch of earth she did sprout as was meant to be

          And she heard the familiar footsteps with which she had fallen in love
          she from below  had truly fallen for this imagined friend above
          and this morning he hesitated and in this moment he took
          she froze and shined her brighteds purple and she thought he migh notice and look

          And the man did notice and saw a beautiful curled purple/green bud
          popping throught the half-frozen March mud
          and he thought to himself as he continued on his way
          That's going to be a pretty flower one day and he thought of Spring

          And though his heart and mind were hurting
          a smile to his face the little flower did bring
          and so he came the next day with a thought of good deeds
          and he knelt down and cleaned away from her the rocks, leaves and the weeds

          And this is when the little flower caught the first glimpse of him
          and she saw hazle/blue eyes and decided his name must be Jim
          because it was simple and is just two letters away from "him"
          the man she only heard footsteps of ... whose attention she wanted to win

          And in this moment she felt alive and this little care
          meant someone really knew of her, and all here struggle there
          and she leaned toward his hand and felt its touch
          against her soft petals,  lonely, starving for kindness and bare

          And in his kindness that she did not understand
          she felt only the care of his hand
          and was thankful for this man's silent affectionate duty
          but to him, he saw her fragilness, her solitude and her beauty

          One day he stopped by just to gaze
          and the two of them were for a moment lost
          lost in the haze of the warmth that melted the frost
          of the last of the late Winter days

          To him her flowering marked the beginning of Spring
          And the long sadness that had swalllowed up Everything..
          she reminded him of care and of try
          and the thoughts made him cry....

          Because he knew the life of a flower is brief
          and that the flower's beauty would whither and die
          but in this moment she was the apple of his eye
          and he asked and wondered silently about life:  Why?

          And in a moment he found an answer
          meaning for the two
          and she tried to say, don't leave
          I wanted to make you smile...You

          And in that moment he lifted her from the ground
          and held her gently in his warm hand
          and said.."Little flower....I hope you understand"
          and a smile grew from his sad frown

          She tried to say "It's OK,
          this is where I want to be
          just you and me
          and feeling loved and free'

          And then to a little girl
          his grandaughter actually, not much older than three
          he said I have a something for you
          a beautiful gift to you that God brought to me

          And he showed the girl the little flower
          and she smiled too
          he said, "this is for your hair
          a little gift of nature meant for you"

          And the little flower's heart jumped with glee
          because she understood why..she could see!
          and the smile on the little girls face
          was what the little flower hoped love would be

          And there in the little girl's blond hair
          the little flower felt just right there
          and noticed Jim was smiling too
          and wasn't any longer blue

          And that morning they went to a place
          where she saw other beautiful flowers
          in a big building with a steeple
          with colorful stained glass windows and lots of people

          And here she was as happy as can be
          feeling loved and beautiful and free
          as she hoped life might someday be
          and if it lasted only a moment, she thought "life smiled upon me"

          She looked at him and felt his smile
          Her life was finally happy and free
          As she dreamed it might someday be.
          The best things in life are kind and happy and free


           


          ©  James T. Adair
          If you enjoyed this poem, you may find other works by this author by searching on the web

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