Destination
by Jerry Bolton
Thursday, May 24, 2012
Rated "G" by the Author.
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On hot summer days,
Or winter's gray,
I walk my own route,
With never a pout.
My feet in green grass,
I dream of a lass,
Wind tousles my hair,
Old Sol hot to bear.
I do not speak once,
I'm thought of as dunce.
But love's in my soul,
And I have a goal.
I walk towards her,
I can hear her purr,
Tomorrow she's mine,
Heady as fine wine.
©May 15, 2012 / Jerry Pat Bolton
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| Reviewed by John Flanagan |
5/27/2012 |
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written, Jerry, with a light lyrical touch
and a delicate yet firm outlook and attitude
john |
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| Reviewed by Vivian Dawson |
5/25/2012 |
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Love being the wonderment whole
of the universe *Jerry* drink of
your fine wine for the lady!!!!
Lady Vivian |
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| Reviewed by Annabel Sheila |
5/25/2012 |
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Lovely, romantic poetry, Jerry....enjoyed the lyrical lilt!
Anna |
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| Reviewed by Christine Tsen |
5/24/2012 |
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Love in the soul gives life-sustaining power, and the help needed to move toward your destiny ~
Sleep tight! Love,
Christine |
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| Reviewed by Budd Nelson |
5/24/2012 |
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Jerry,
you walk the path well and write of it excellently.
Budd |
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| Reviewed by Christine Alwin |
5/24/2012 |
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| With love in the soul, makes any destination..well just like your poem says..love this~ |
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| Reviewed by Laura Fall |
5/24/2012 |
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Jerry what perfect rhyming and flow is this terrific write as I understand hot days this weekend here in Ohio were suppose to reach 90 in temps as its 85 today hot weather is here to stay! Laura
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| Reviewed by Lily of Lough Neagh C. Dennis-Woosley |
5/24/2012 |
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What a lovely view Jerry. I can feel the green grass and its coolness and the wind moving my hair. I see a man with purpose, smiling within himself not caring about the thoughts of others. Just a man filled with love and set for the goal.
Lovely, wonderful to sit in the wee morning hours and read
Love and Light
Lily |
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