L G Meadows

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StoryI Ain't Writing L G Meadows414 years 11 months ago
StoryLOVE EXPLORED susansuzy214 years 11 months ago
StoryTell Me Friend Joe Williams214 years 11 months ago
StoryHero L G Meadows214 years 11 months ago
StoryJourney of Imagination L G Meadows214 years 11 months ago
StoryStatistical Process Control (SPC) HalfDaft114 years 11 months ago
StorySoft Thoughts L G Meadows314 years 11 months ago
StoryNINE THIRTY-FOUR IN THE EVENING kheldar1314 years 11 months ago
StoryThrough the smoke of the evening fire V.C.Willow314 years 11 months ago
StoryNon -sense V.C.Willow214 years 11 months ago
StoryLove Song L G Meadows414 years 12 months ago
StoryClassical Music David Maidment115 years 2 days ago
StoryUnruly Words L G Meadows715 years 2 weeks ago
Story'Meant to be' andrew-evans415 years 2 weeks ago
StoryLIVING LIFE ON A DREAM skinner_jennifer2515 years 2 weeks ago
StoryNature's Songs L G Meadows615 years 2 weeks ago
StoryDon't Call It Love L G Meadows215 years 3 weeks ago
StoryChocolate Geoffrey1115 years 1 month ago
StoryExert from my zaprtangol blog peterelbee215 years 1 month ago
StoryFrom My London Album Luly Whisper615 years 1 month ago
StoryPause. marcuscleaver215 years 1 month ago
StoryNobody ever listened to me David Maidment215 years 1 month ago
StoryDestiny L G Meadows215 years 1 month ago
StoryMy Pal Bill oldpesky715 years 1 month ago
StoryRiver Walk L G Meadows315 years 1 month ago

My stories

Times of My Life

When I am twenty one Life is going to be fun The world- my oyster Won’t live in a cloister When I am twenty one When I am thirty three Life will go merrily Know where I’m going

Memories

I pull the old fashioned hat box from the top of the cupboard where it has resided for most of a life time.
Cherry

Borders of Sleep: Nightmare I.P.

I have come to the borders of sleep And slip in a land that exists Only in my mind I walk in shadow swept valleys Long forgotten memories Hiding in the crevices Come creeping out

The Sea and the Sand

The sea and the sand Are lovers Gently they caress The tide places its watery hand Upon the sand’s moist breast The sand is stirred And joins the sea In a joyful swirl

A Busy Day

I watched the grass grow in the garden Ants scurry in a queue I watched butterflies on flowers Drinking up the dew I saw a snail on the wall The leaves upon the path And in a smallish puddle

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