I’m a dreamer and nothing more
Reality, much easier to ignore
This green is a part of me
Sings sweet music
Of folklore
Fairy dust
Fair maidens, it seems
Be my Robin Hood
You have to
You must
These tears
Falling are true
I’m nothing without you
Lost in a reality
I don’t understand
Yet, clarity
You seem to understand
Take control
Sing the verse
Let your strings
Pour through first
Lay with me
Under this fantasy tree
Put your able hands
All over me
Passion a must
You, I trust
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 
Lovely! You know, the professor loves Robin Hood. I know I’ve told you before.
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Thanks, Duke. Yes, but the tree told me what to write. Plus, isn’t Robin Hood the go to person for this sort of poem?
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I think he is. He died, you know.
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Well, yes, but… I guess I didn’t think this through, huh. Now I’m sad.
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Yes, me too. It’s a pity. That’s why I should take up the mantle, you see.
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Explain yourself, Sir.
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Well, I should go into the woods and be a crook, don’t you think?
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Yes, well, if you’d like to, Duke. You do have the Merry Men of sorts, don’t you! *laughs*
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But we’d be the wicked men.
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Nice…the Wicked Men of the forest. What would you all do first? Pick on the short guy?
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Never, dadblameit!
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What would you do then, Duketh? Sit around on tree stumps plotting your next robbery?
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We’d sack castles!
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Could I come along? I like castles…
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We’d probably have to kill the king and queen…
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No you wouldn’t, Duke. Just tie them up or sweet talk them into giving you what you need.
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Well…I’d let you do that part.
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*smiles proudly because Duke see a need for me in his gang of wicked men*
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I’m somewhere riding with the Merry Men as we speak. 🙂
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You always go with them… 😉 Haha.
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Very alluring 🙂 Ah so much beauty in this!
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Welcome, Himani. How sweet of you to say. Thank you so much. I appreciate you taking the time to comment.
~Audrey
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Audrey, there is sweet music, and verse, and folklore, and strings. So there is much to rejoice in this scene of your mind, it seems to me.
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I like the positivity coming through you, Mark. Yes, you know you are right!! How nice of you to point that out.
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I was mirroring your words back to you, Audrey. All the other comments were choosing negative paths. I didn’t feel it that way. You know me.
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You know, it was just what I needed to hear. You do a fine job. I’m going to research why positive people write sad poetry. Why happy go lucky women, choose to be so serious when they write. Could be an eye opening experience for me. I fear that I take on a lot of emotions from other people. Displaced emotion, but it works out in the end. Poetry has been written.
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It is an intoxicating trip through emotions you take with each poem you write, Audrey.
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I hope you can hold your liquor, Mark. I have had time to work on my abilities, but I worry for you.
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Oh, I have been holding my liquor — beer, at least — since you were writing your poems with a big, thick learner pencil, Audrey.
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Haha! And giving me piggyback rides? LOL I am not that young, Mark. I just snorted. Thanks a lot.
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I am the entertainer.
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Yes, indeed. 🙂
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OK, seriously on this age thing. Let’s say I began drinking beer with intent starting college, fall 1975. I bet you were still writing with a pencil then.
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Not sure I was writing anything, actually. Possibly grasping at shiny things above me…
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So I am pretty wise, huh? Go ahead, admit it, young lady.
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Maybe… drat!
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Oh, I wear it well. Hahahaha. Now I’m boasting about my wisdom.
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Haha!! Now you’re not allowed to start acting like Father Time, Mark!
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No. Don’t worry. I’m the same as I ever was.
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Okay, good. I was worried for a minute.
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Very Inspiring 🙂
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This is really more your area, Morgan. Thank you 🙂
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lol maybe a little 🙂
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A little? Haha. A LOT. 🙂
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Honey, I was JUST looking at one of my beautiful trees and saying I MUST photograph her. I do not understand this reality either, my friend, and I let tears fall with yours. I understand Mother and LOVE but not this world. Beautiful post, Audrey. Just beautiful. Thank you so much! LOve, Amy
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We’re in a similar spot today, Amy. How nice. Welcome. I hope you take some photos of her today. Thank you so much, Amy. Hugs!
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I want to take Her at night with our front house lights shining on Her. She is spectacular. I think I will do that tonight! Love, Amy
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Sounds perfect!
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I’ll do it!!! [GRIN]
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You melancholy soul, you. Lovely poem.
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I just wrote what the tree told me to, Richard. I fear these sad feelings want to be wisked away… lol. Thank you..
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You need a nice quiet walk in the dark and rain. Relax you.
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Yes that sounds amazing…how did you guess? However, I live by the beachy tropics and nothing but blue skies here. I will do my best. Maybe you could write something and take us all there today.
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I’ve been a bit morbid. I’d finish you off.
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Off with my head! Fits this poem nicely. Giggle.
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Stop laughing you’re supposed to be melancholy.
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Well, it is your fault!
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Pft!! I’m innocent.
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You are never innocent. ..but I do thank you for this laughter I hear.
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😉
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Happy writing, Richard.
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Getting Maryan-wise … 🙂
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Just write what the tree tells me to, Salva.
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How to teach Maryan of the Sherwoodforest anything about trees, I wonder aloud? 🙂
But might be the tree lectures her about being shelter, shade, roof, source of life, firmness, continuance, desperation, age, personality, and finally death and resurrection.
And then closing its whispers with: Find the golden balance and hold fast to it.
But then, its just a tree facing Maryan.
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Salva, this is beautiful…just perfect. Lovely.
Thank you
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Phew …!!
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🙂
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