Jesse (EddyKrueger) - 8/20/2009 2:34 PM ET

I liked it, and I would love to see you keep posting.

Mary Rose C. (DreamersOftenLie) - 8/20/2009 11:13 PM ET

thank you...i'd love to keep posting this forum seems very supportive

Claudia (BrokenWing) - 8/29/2009 11:15 PM ET

Wanted to share this poem by Goethe with you. It has a folk-song like quality. Yours reminded me a bit of this. Rose on the Heath (translated from German--not by me) Passing lad a rose blossom spied, Blossom on the heath growing, 'Twas so fair and of youthful pride, Raced he fast to be near its side, Saw it with joy o'erflowing. Blossom, blossom, blossom red, Blossom on the heath growing. Said the lad: I shall pick thee, Blossom on the heath growing! Blossom spoke: Then I'll prick thee, That thou shalt ever think of me, And I'll not be allowing. Blossom, blossom, blossom red, Blossom on the heath growing. And the lusty lad did pick The blossom on the heath growing; Blossom, in defense, did prick, 'Twas, alas, but a harmless nick, Had to be allowing. Blossom, blossom, blossom red, Blossom on the heath growing.