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Permalink Reply by Ethel Mildred Malley on June 17, 2011 at 11:12

Hi David,

Thanks for adding your poem to the site. It would probably be easier for everyone if we could see the poem without having to download the document. You could paste the content by editing this discussion. Sing out if you need a hand.

Best wishes,

Ethel

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Permalink Reply by David Croft on June 17, 2011 at 12:05

Christmas, 1974

　

Bell-birds tell us we are near.

We presume, seeing no signs.

Their she-oaked ventriloqual carillon

Heard invisibly all around as we walk behind

Quiet sun tall dunes.

Green nosed pigface makes juicy strands.

Pink flower flushes running

Along the wind piled white sand

Laying the soft track

For our feet.

 

Cicadas are shrilling the shimmer

Of all the air by themselves

And the mid-distant bananaed hills

Steam and wander under skies

Now darker than this morning.

 

Eighty degrees before dawn.

 

On our return

We will walk the beach.

Water wet-eyed arcs of sand.

A pillowed roar of surf and

Salted foam, the wide blue glare

On the way to the world.

And red-yellow clutches

Of Christmas Bells

In our hands and

Our house will ring with

Their bee-beautiful scent

Until New Year.

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Permalink Reply by David G Landgrebe on March 23, 2012 at 18:45

A nice rollout of pleasantness, Nice

D.L

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Permalink Reply by David Croft on June 17, 2011 at 12:07

Ah the tribulations of the newbie. And not a computer virgin but I'm yet to achieve competent citizenship such as that of the fora, blog, website etc. But thank you for your kind advice. Let me know please if I have it right yet.

 

with thanks

D. Croft

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Permalink Reply by Dermott Ryder on March 23, 2012 at 9:41

Glad I found this reply - I can't read .docx either

DR

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