Standing in the 'lost child light'

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Woodland breathes all around

People move dance and sway

I stand in the lost child light.

Friends approach

‘Hey you ok?’

‘Yes’ I say

Just standing

All the while

In the lost child light.

Blessings be upon you,

 Suffer the little children . . .


The woodland ages slower than I

And grows stronger than I

Holds me close comforted because

I live in the 'lost child light'.

◄ Escape

Woman stuck in the 360 degree traffic jam ►


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Elaine Booth

Fri 24th Jun 2011 22:49

Such a lovely poem, gorgeous atmosphere. x

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Gus Jonsson

Sun 19th Jun 2011 13:38

Yes... Those magic special moments of intense white blaze... a very special poem Carole.

Gus xx

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Dave Bradley

Sun 19th Jun 2011 05:49

A little gem which I managed to miss till now. Must get better at blog-spotting. I'm back at Fell Foot, reading this lovely poem. Thank you.

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Tue 14th Jun 2011 12:59

I remember that moment - so you weren't quite lost! You stood wrapped in a blanket, looking like something out of Tsunami disaster photo. Amazing to think that I am now commenting on a poem about it...

I see you are in tune with nature and accept its prevalence. It is good if you can get comfort from something in life. x

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Laura Taylor

Tue 14th Jun 2011 10:55

Wow - this gives me goosebumps, I love the sense of being alone within the company and in the wood, and the reference to Jesus. Strong stuff Shoeless - love it

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Joy France

Mon 13th Jun 2011 23:33


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Mon 13th Jun 2011 23:19

a moments thought at fell foot

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