--Waiting...Right Time...Right Place--

Wait for me, and I'll return

Only wait very hard

Wait when you are filled with sorrow...

Wait in the sweltering heat

Wait when the others have stopped waiting,

Forgetting their yesterdays.

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Wait even when from afar no letters come to you

Wait even when others are tired of waiting...

And when friends sit around the fire,

Drinking to my memory,

Wait, and do not hurry to drink to my memory too.

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Wait. For I'll return,defying every death.

And let those who do not wait say that I was lucky.

They will never understand that in the midst of death,

You with you waiting saved me.

Only you and I know how I survived.

It's because you waited, as no one else did.

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~ Konstantin Simonov

"Right Attitude..Mind and Soul"

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-http://www.links2love.com/poetry_92.htm

--Somewhere Over The Rainbow--

Can you touch a rainbow;

Hold it in your hand.

Would you ride a rainbow;

High above the land.

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The rainbow of colors;

So merry and bright.

Each color has a purpose;

Even black and white.

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The blue is for Forget-me-knots,

Yellow for My Dandelion,

Red is for My gladiolas,

Green creates the leaves in millions.

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You shouldn't hide and you shouldn't be shy;

Nobody's gonna laugh at your lovely lines.

Oh, beautiful rainbow, your beautiful sign;

Forever having her by my side.

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--Nice Songs, Nice Beer and Nice friend from Zimbabwe--

--The Hunter and The Hunted--

"The Hunter and The Hunted"

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"Have you caught any yet this year?" I asked.

The hunter whose path I'd happened to cross.

"A few," he answered, self-assured.

As he looked straight ahead at the trees.

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"What did you do with the ones you caught?"

I questioned him further while we walked along.

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"I did what I could,"

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He said to me as he smiled and dodged the branches with ease.

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In silence we traveled for nearly a mile,

my rifle was poised and ready to fire.

But there was no sign of the game we were hunting;

No sounds, no traces, no glimpses...........nothing.

When we were exhausted we sat on a rock

and watched the geese fly overhead in a flock.

"You never did tell me," I reminded him,

"what you did with your catches,or was it too grim."

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"I'm sorry,"

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he said as he turned to meand looked in my eyes so familiarly.

In an instant I knew Him and whispered His name,

knowing that I'd never be quite the same.

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"You let them go, didn't you?"

That's just what you'd do. I guess I would to if I had to, like you.

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"He smiled gently and said,

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"No, that's not how it's done.

I saved them, my Child. Every last one."

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-http://www.speedyadverts.com/SATopics/html/poem10.html

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