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Stop
Oh that I may stop in my tracks
Not looking back
No looking forward
Not saying a word
Just breathe deep
No eyes that weep
I will look all around
From heavens to grounds
I will give thanks for today
Get on my knees and pray
For I have had a chance
To live love and dance
And hopefully I will
Live another day still
And remember to say
Thank-you for one more day.
Written by,
Terry Shepherd
11/09/2013
Golden Glow
Did you see her walking by
A twinkle in her eye
The stride in her feet
Grabbing the ground to meet
I saw a glow from a far
I wonder who you are
What brings that smile I see
I want one for me
Please tell me who did this
To give the spring of kiss
I stop her in her track
And I tap her on the back
Please tell me I have to know
What gives you the golden glow
Oh this is easy to say my friend
What gives me this I will lend
It is such a piece of cake
I walked around the lake
I saw a group of people
They formed a sort of steeple
There was a man inside
Who had absolutely nothing to hide
He said please believe in my word
You can trust me he assured
I am the son of God
I have been here sent with my rod
To gather all around
To bow down to the ground
Please ask for your sins
To be let go to the winds
Then I will remain with you
I will help you in all I do.
Terry Shepherd
03/13/2013
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Picture It & Write It, Prompt #29
The camera lights flickering from the background, capturing the gracefulness of the dancer. Beauty beyond the eye being held by the lens. Being put in a trance, mesmerized by her movements.Cheers could be heard from the crowds who flocked heavily to see her last performance. Standing ovations with much clapping and whistles could be seen and heard from outside of the arena.
A dancer, from a small country, worked very hard as a child, with persuasions from her family, had paid off. She had started in her own small school in plays and worked her way to America, performing in the most well-recognized halls. She had never married, but was married to her talent. People followed her from around the world. Now, today, twenty-five years later, she was giving the audience what they had always hungered. Her greatest performance, her finale. Roses were given, along with hugs, tears and kisses. Fare-wells could be heard echoed from corner to corner.
A small two-week break, and she would be teaching young children with talent on how to better express themselves through their dance.
Thank you to Picture It & Write It, for allowing me another chance to express myself through your picture.
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