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@ Chancellorville
The following poetry was drafted during my recent vacation to Virginia.  My three
sisters and I stayed at The Wilderness Presidential Resort at Chancellorville in
Spotsylvania.  It was a beautiful week in which I spent most of my time reading and
writing.  My inspiration came from the environment I was in and the fabulous book,
 Poemcrazy: Freeing Your Life With Words, by Susan Goldsmith Wooldridge.
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I used to be an acorn
With nowhere to grow
Then the rains came and
Washed me away to new fields.

Now I am a sapling oak
Sprouting new branches
Reaching out to blue skies

Perhaps one day
Others may stand in awe
Of the mighty oak
I will become.
I used to be a lawn of grass
Constantly mowed down
And stepped upon.

Age disabled the mower.
Now I am free to grow tall
Blossoming under the sun by day
Reaching for the stars at night.
I used to be a shallow
Pool of stagnant water
Covered with green slime
That smothered me.

Now I am a beautiful lake
Fed by cool mountain streams
Flowing out to sea.
I Used To Be ...
I used to be a 4 cylinder sedan
With a choke that always stuck.

Now I am a 16 cylinder sports car
Still testing my limits.
Nature Speaks ...
Mountains shout ...
of strength and endurance.



Trees talk ...
of roots and togetherness.



The sun insists ...
upon enlightenment and truth.
Rivers murmur ...
life goes by too soon.



Lakes dream ...
of possibilities.



The moon whispers ...
of the secrets life's yet to unveil.
Silence Speaks


Be still.
The silence has a voice.
It is you.
Listen.
Ancient fears,
Forgotten memories,
Secret dreams,
Echoing
In the caverns
Of your mind.

Fear not,
These voices of your soul,
They speak a truth
Only you can hear.

Dare to heed their call.
Be free.
Be true.
Be real.
Copyright 2002 Bobbie Ann Pimm
Copyright 2002 Bobbie Ann Pimm
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