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We played along a silver shore at fall And danced upon the golden sands in spring. We listened for the breaths of seagull's call And waited for the morning tide to sing. We touched each other's hands and sparkling eyes And followed gulls through trails of mossy stones, To places where the lone white sea dove flies To hear her cry her whispered, peaceful drones. Now you're gone; I cry to the sunset-sea And sprinkle tears upon the shallow sands. I run through hills of burning memory…. The touch of autumn eyes, the warmth of hands. Today I ran to meet the tumbling sea And watch a seagull fly away….lonely.
-- Gordon Jones
Aylett, Lorene--2004 Black (Gilmore), Renate--1999 Carter (Tolley), Janet--1988 Dale (Vett), Karyl--2003 Dunn, James V--2003 Echols (Moore), Carla--1999 Edmonds (Scott), Marina--2001 Goeller, Marion Halgren, Steven L Hall, Ken Jones, Gordon--1972 Kendall, Robert McCullough, David F--1993 Murdock, Michael G--1981 Nelson, Jan Okland (Ellis), Joy--2004 Partner, Kirk--2007 Roylance, Randy--1973 Salt, Matthew K--1995 Schmidt, Rosanne Stander, Harold--1982 Stewart, James S Wagstaff, Dale--2005 Watson, David M--2001 Willardsen (Kirkwood), Christy--2006 Zabriskie, David--1973
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