For Sue
Sister of the wild moors
Daughter of the dragon stones
your body returned to the hills
but the winds hold the memory of you
the soft touch on the shoulder
the voice, sometimes a whisper, sometimes
a howl, never leaves. Oh winged one
what does it feel like to fly
again, over the land you love?
How long does it take to trace the tracks
back to the stars? The world beyond wonder
opened full, no longer a yearning, but home
Great tribute. Happy birthday, Sue.
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Thank you, Trent.
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This is a lovely verse and tribute to Sue.
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Thank you, Brad.
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❤️she touched so many lives
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She did ❤️
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You’ve captured her spirit. (K)
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I’m so glad you think so.
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Nice photograph, Alethea… 😉
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🙂
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Dearest Sue ❤ A lovely tribute, Alethea. ❤
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Thank you, Jane ❤️
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A very beautiful tribute. I know Sue is smiling.
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Thank you, JoAnna ❤️
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I kove the line, “the wind holds the memory of you.”
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Thank you
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So beautiful and touching, Alethea. I miss her.
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Thank you, I miss her too. 🤗
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Very beautiful, it touches and expresses as only love can do at such a time. Thank you for sharing ❤️🙏🏽
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Thank you, Mark. I’m glad you were moved by the poem.
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Beautifully written!!
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Thank You ❤️
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This is a lovely tribute
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Thank you.
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