Linda D. Bohannon
Nominee for Poet of the Year 2000 & 2001
Bakersfield, CA 93307
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Friends in Space
We only part to meet again.
Thou boundaries & time are far in between
Remembering shall always bring you near
Creating a vision, my minds unclear.
Your words appear inside my heart.
As pictures I have often sought.
Longing for those tender moments
As we have dreamed to oft in torment
The time has come to create reality.
Changing the vision to a possiblity
No more hiding , No more dreaming, No more fear
For what we've longed for is finally here.
Reach out your hand, don't be afraid
For the time you ask is very near
Before to long loneliness will disappear.
Just take one step to live again
Starting with the hand of your friend
@copywrited:LB5/1996
As the Ocean waves meet the edge of sand,
I long to reach for your gentle hand,
So far away I miss you still,
Yet your not far at all
For I can feel
That our hearts are joined with waves thru air,
You know my thoughts wish I were there.
Before to long we are together again...
For nothing can keep us apart my endearing friend
copywrite Linda [Lecompte]Bohannon 6/1996
REFLECTIONS
I've only lived a spec in time.
Looking back so much history I find.
So many amazing things have happened in just 100 years.
How far we've come from horse's & wagons,
to planes and automobiles.
Life seems to go so much faster these days.
It's harder to catch our breath.
Something is always in a new developement
and the old is put away to rest.
Waiting for the right time when
they again will be appreciated
May it not be too late to learn their value
Of what they have created.
Will we ever learn from our mistakes?
Sure we can read what history has written
But you'll never capture what memories are stored
in the hearts of our ancestors as they sat on that old wooden porch
Those who truly know the value of these simple things
Know that by our grandparents love, they bring
the generations of traditions and hope
that will always make us sing
For the day will come when our hair is gray
And We'll hope that our grand-children will one day say
Tell us about the times of yesterday.
copywrited:Linda Bohannon 6-2000
