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I painted this last night. It is my craffety that I see on my wall of my mind@

t?As you know by now the swinging bridge goes to a fores ttrail. Not many people seem to walk it. I do every day since it is a short cut to my home.I stayed in my bunker on the forth of July. The next day towatd dusk, I ventured out, wearing my revelutionary cap. This hat was worn by the people during the time of war with Great Britan.
It is now a few days later, I came home late because I had missed the train from Chicago. So I took the late train. I arrived at about 11pm in Riverside. It was very dark and no one was about, after the train left. Going thru the deserted village I went to use the trail home.
The bridge was lite by two street lamps. Using the light as guides I continued.When I reached the forest it was very dark in places. In one of these places I stopped to get my barings. I used my stick to feel the trail’s path.
Suddenly a voice from th darkness said”Can I help you!” I was startled ! The female voice said “be not afraid.” I answered " I just wanted to go home. Tireredly I told her “I was ok”Then I saw a faint light thru the trees. I stumbled toward it. Sundenly I was out of the dark forest. I then found myself on my street home. From the direction of the forest I heard lafter of a young woman. Then I froze and a question came to my mind! What was a young woman doing in the forest at midnight?

going to the Libary

oneness is not being aloneoneness is being self
Comment by Lloyd Bradbury July 9, 2007
And on the journey which one must travel to find one’s self,
one has naught need to ever feel alone,
the only requirement, the opening of one’s heart
to the love that surrounds. A very wise expression Lloyd.
Comment by Laura July 9, 2007 RSS
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this was a responce to The Artist and her insperation!
her blog
http://winsomegunningartwalk.com/

I have moved to lyons and walk thru Riverside Lawn across a swinging bridge to Riversidr Village.. Yes, this poem is about an actual place. Will it still exist in Your time my children?

U used to live un a cave of steel where nature was not quite realso u moved to a bunker in the hillwhere the forest was. wild trees crouded a trail across a river dale. natures last standI now walk in this place to get to another spaceAcross a swing bridge that links two timesOne of future, one of past.Whereone can see natures last.The river under the bridge cuts the ridgewherefish in the river still jumpto be caught by a fisherman on a stump.The bait for a humen dump.Many bird fly this way singing of another dayOn one side they are free the other side there is no treea reminder what is to be.all people to pass this way.will they see the time of dayOr will there children's mind only cream of this

I got up late today I painted at night look at it saw a skull so I dud my bills fell asleep I awoke and it was cold left air on. Lady brought cookies for a good deed. She stored some groceries in frig when hers went out.Maybe I need to walk!

I just came back from my walk. It was almost dusk. The sun was setting. I heard the water rushing by the swing bridge. The heat from water bathed me. A sunset sprinkled me with light.
Along came a mother and carrage. She stopped with babby and another small child. They all giggled and played looking at the wter below. The darkness was apon us.
Growing tired I started home. Were the sounds that I had heard ghosts of the past? I walked quickly toward my home. The birds had stopped singing and all I could hear now was the fireworks in the distance.

Today and tomorrow I will hid in my bunker. All thr animals are hidding roo. The sound of battle is near. The fireworks bring the sound of war to me. As a youth we had no money to spend like this. as an adult it is hard for me to enjoy, In the city the houses across from each other shiot bottle rockets at everyone. Now it is the noise of guns mixedin.
Here where I live they bomb the woods!!!

http://winsomegunningartwalk.com/
The Artist taggged me and I promise to follow thru after this week end

. Now what do I do!!!! I cant' think!! Ah now I catch on!
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