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		<title>The dreams of evening.</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Among the fields of faded dreams When day is done, or so it seems, I stand beside the padlocked gate And watch the evening as I wait, While breezes call from shadows deep As willows hang their heads and weep, The dreams of evening speak to me About the things they want to be. New [...]<p>This post was originally published on <a href="http://poempoempoem.com/poemsandstories">Your Poems, Your Stories</a> at <a href="http://poempoempoem.com/poemsandstories/the-dreams-of-evening/">The dreams of evening.</a>.</p>
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<p>Among the fields of faded dreams<br />
When day is done, or so it seems,<br />
I stand beside the padlocked gate<br />
And watch the evening as I wait,<br />
While breezes call from shadows deep<br />
As willows hang their heads and weep,<br />
The dreams of evening speak to me<br />
About the things they want to be.</p>
<p>New born beginnings, new romance,<br />
Scattered windblown flowers dance,<br />
Promises on meadows lain<br />
Feelings that they can’t explain,<br />
Joy and sorrow, smiles and tears<br />
Fervent hopes and sheltered fears,<br />
Brought to me on scented wings<br />
Those wind blown secret heartfelt things.</p>
<p>I seem to catch a gentle tune<br />
As singing dreams wait for the moon,<br />
And twilight strums the distant wires<br />
To tempt those astral silver fires,<br />
Until at last they paint the land<br />
So that the dreams will understand,<br />
That life is such an endless stream<br />
And it will come to every dream…</p>
<p>This post was originally published on <a href="http://poempoempoem.com/poemsandstories">Your Poems, Your Stories</a> at <a href="http://poempoempoem.com/poemsandstories/the-dreams-of-evening/">The dreams of evening.</a>.</p>
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		<title>A city boy&#8217;s dream of farm life</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 20 May 2008 22:47:03 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>tom</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[A city boy dreams of what life on a farm would be like. ย ย ย ย ย Wintertime on the farm was always looked forward to with great anticipation, because it meant less chores and more time for recreation. When the snow began falling, I felt a certain satisfaction, because it meant endless skiing [...]<p>This post was originally published on <a href="http://poempoempoem.com/poemsandstories">Your Poems, Your Stories</a> at <a href="http://poempoempoem.com/poemsandstories/city-boys-dream-farm-life/">A city boy&#8217;s dream of farm life</a>.</p>
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p class="MsoNormal" style="150%;"><span style="Times New Roman;">A city boy dreams of what life on a farm would be like.</span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="150%;"><span style="small;"><span style="Times New Roman;"><span style="yes;">ย ย ย ย </span>Wintertime on the farm was always looked forward to with great anticipation, because it meant less chores and more time for recreation. When the snow began falling, I felt a certain satisfaction, because it meant endless skiing and horse drawn sleigh rides to all corners of the farm. Our dapple mare, prancing in front of our huge red sleigh, seemed to be enjoying the ride as much as the riders. The horse and sleigh fitted with sleigh bells added to the glorious ride with the jingle, jingle, jingling of the bells.<span style="yes;">ย </span>In the freezing weather, and the chill that always accompanied our sleigh ride, the thought of hot chocolate and hot apple cider was always looked forward to with gleeful anticipation. Sitting in front of a roaring fire, fed by apple wood logs with their magnificent scent, drinking hot chocolate, and apple cider is an experience that will last a lifetime. Although the outside weather was bone chilling, our home was toasty warm. Sleeping at night under soft, feather filled, comforters always guaranteed a restful sleep, which always accompanied our adventurous sleigh, rides. Winter also brought with it days of celebration such as, Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Year. The wonderful cooking odors in our little farmhouse around the holidays would be hard to describe. How can anyone describe heavenly smells? Roasting turkey, apple, peach, and pear pies. Mashed potatoes, candied yams, peas, corn, string beans, and cranberry sauce. There was always enough food to feed the thirty or more friends and relatives that attended our food fest. </span></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="150%;"><span style="Times New Roman;">After such a sumptuous repast, it is time for conversation, because many of our guests had not seen one another since our last holiday. Talk is usually about new births; weddings, divorces, promotions and the gamut runs from A to Z. The saddest part, for me, of any get together is never in meeting; rather, itโ€s when friends and loved ones have to depart. There is something inside me that is heart wrenching, and I have never been able to decipher what brings on this melancholy feeling whenever family and friends gather and then depart. Out of all the holidays, I likeThanksgiving best, because there is no hype associated with this holiday. No one is trying to sell you anything. None of the guests are expecting any gifts. None of the guests need bother to wonder what gift to bring. Itโ€s just a good old fashion holiday where you come, enjoy a good meal and be happy. </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="150%;"><span style="small;"><span style="Times New Roman;"><span style="yes;">ย ย ย ย </span>On the other hand, Christmas is strictly a holiday that should be celebrated in a purely religious way. It is the birthday of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. We should take all the commercialism out of Christmas. The solemnity and true meaning of this sacred holiday should supercede the expense of gift giving. Presents are nice to receive; however, many families are already burdened with the expense of rearing their own families, and cannot afford the added expense of buying presents for other family members.</span></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="150%;"><span style="small;"><span style="Times New Roman;"><span style="1;">ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย </span>All the retailers have already relegated Christmas to the scrap heap, because they have already taken Christ out of Christmas, because they spell it XMAS. What should this tell us??? </span></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="150%;"><span style="small;"><span style="Times New Roman;"><span style="1;">ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย </span>New Year is another day to be celebrated because it brings in a New Year, and hopefully a new beginning of a prosperous year for everyone. This is another holiday that needs restructuring, because many people treat this wonderful day of new beginnings in a ribald manner. Instead of seeing the New Year with bright eyes and bushy tails most view it through black or rose colored glasses, because this cuts down the glare on bloodshot eyes.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="150%;"><span style="Times New Roman;">Thomas Fenning</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="150%;"><span style="Times New Roman;">Dec-05</span></p>
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<p>This post was originally published on <a href="http://poempoempoem.com/poemsandstories">Your Poems, Your Stories</a> at <a href="http://poempoempoem.com/poemsandstories/city-boys-dream-farm-life/">A city boy&#8217;s dream of farm life</a>.</p>
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