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Night Time Serenade
i love night time...laying in bed at night just listening listening to the coal trains lumbering by slowly or to a night bird...yes...they exist...but only in the hills where you dont hear airplanes landing at the airport or traffics chaotic noises...people milling around just the silence with an occasional train...bird...barge its a quiet place...where one can contemplate the day think about the things you want to do...write...read or maybe nothing at all...the quiet life...cant beat that glad my son brought me here...my little corner of the world its not always quiet...once in a while you see an ambulance then you know one of your neighbors is having it rough like the night my next door neighbors husband died he was a nice man and so full of stories about this town told of the history this town has seen...from the beginning my house...on the property of what was once a trading post or the underground refuge for slaves smuggled to freedom the many mining tunnels weaving underneath our feet yes...im living with history now and enjoying what i find all the little trinkets my dog can dig up in our yard there is still so much to learn...each day a new adventure stories here that you will never find in the history books full of life all their own...waiting for me to find them to be friends with...passing them on...creating new ones dreaming about the past...becoming one with our history Vote for this poem
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