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By Noreen Ophoff
05/30/07
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Unless I walk on a rail
My life is boring to see.
Study the class, work, then home.
Drudgery.

Clothes in the washing machine,
So soon clean, they're back on me.
A never ending chore time.
Dream to be...

Bungee jumper from the bridge.
Hiker on the craggy ridge.
Skier down the icy hill,
What a thrill!

Oh, carnival experience
Of flying high in the sky.
Make me so scared I scream loud,
And then cry.

Whirl me wildly through the air,
Scramble me, twirl me around,
Upside down, over the ledge,
Whump the ground.

Truly my life's greatest feat,
Is viewing life oh so sweet
Through mind of a little girl.
My heart swirls!

Climb in and out through gray fence.
Up the wide-branched, gnarled tree.
Flying like fairy elf glides,
Swift to me.

There's risk in jumping high creek.
Look here in grass-lined, soft bed,
Four little kittens mewing.
Wee orange heads.

I'll never climb Mt. Everest.
Meekness, mercy I will keep.
Reading books of pirates, thieves,
Then to sleep.

Dream of sails, thunder, treasures,
Are quality lift for me.
I'm dodging ground bees and snakes,
Gardening fee.

Crash, bang, boom from my own car.
Tables soaring through the air,
That's enough intrigue for me...
Anywhere.

Leave me alone with roses,
Hummingbirds and robins too,
Filling my soul with richness,
Each day new.

Sometimes in quiet evening
With guitar I sing a tune.
Usually one I made up
Afternoon.

I'm not the sort to bungee.
Fear of the height stops me soon.
Always want vanilla cone,
Not blue moon.

While innocently in woods
Fell, badly breaking both arms.
Helpful strangers assisted
To near farm.

I guess I don't need high seas,
Stunning mountains and their peaks.
All I need is here, right here...
So to speak.

Caution at the wide river,
Wading with big, rowdy dogs,
Careful stepping over stones,
Floating logs.

Some church folks are made of mud,
To be fashioned such a way.
Those of cement can't alter
Their own say.

Leap steadfast iron hurdles.
Miss; rip right surgeried knee.
This life of mine has fullness...
Satisfies me.

Hope you enjoyed the journey
Through the path of my real life.
All the tales have happened true.
Joys and strife.

I'd paddle on a river
A red kayak or canoe.
To hike a varied pathway
With you too.

Expeditions from front door
Take me wide and oh so far.
Never know the bold actions
Leaving scars.

Through varied experiences
We are now, folks, who we are.
Compassionate characters
Beyond par.

Just when life's going smoothly
Along winding, onward trail,
Levies crack, spill open with
Tests you failed.

Cancer is sure possible,
How can this sad thing be true?
Health so repeating, fleeting,
As on cue.

Pray often, more fervently.
Express love in many ways,
Hold hands, laugh thunderously.
Harbor days.

I'll be walkin' the top rail
Of green, squeaky garden gate.
Seems safer unknown journey
For my fate.

If map of life is written,
Etched on our souls, deep inside,
Follow each winding river.
Float the tide.

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