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  Dec 2014 Marian
K Balachandran
The wind speed of thought, is handy vehicle; on it mind flies.
To familiar places, where no map is needed, I journey by foot.
A car, a coach or a train, some times air planes to long hauls.
But nothing takes one far like poetry, to interior landscapes.
  Dec 2014 Marian
r
19
when my son was younger
he asked -

how old are the mountains
from where did the First People come
why does the sun sleep in the ocean
what is the color of rain

now that my son is older
stronger, wiser and bolder
he asks -

how old are the mountains...
...what is the color of rain


some things don't change.
r ~ 11/30/14

Hey, Son. :)
  Dec 2014 Marian
jesse packard
What is with the Chinese or whatever writing it is going on in this place?
Marian Dec 2014
Alright! Sorry for not doing another challenge lately
A lot of things have been going on
In my current life right now.
Anyways, I thought I would get on today
And write another one.
Since I haven't done one every single day
As I would've liked and am nearly
Over the influenza entirely, I thought
I would make my third challenge a fun one.
Since I've been looking at SO many paintings
Of farms and country landscapes,
I thought why not make my challenge
About a farm? So, yeah.
That's the challenge.
Write something about a farm.
Of course, there's no deadline, like I've said
And you can feel free to write
Something for this challenge
Or my other ones anytime you like!
Take your time and ponder what I've said.

*~Marian~
This is not a poem, this is my third challenge!! :) ~~~~~~<3
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