 Photo cred: LincolnCreek Photography When I die,
please don’t leave me where I lie, Lay me down in a field of green where the woods surround me and the hills are serene. When I die, lay me to rest somewhere high close to the clear blue sky, with a view of mountains in the distance that remind me of the Lord’s existence. When I die, please don’t cry, for I’m not under the thick clay, though my soul will visit, if I may. I’m sure I will miss my green hills, the Summer heats and the Autumn chills, but know that I am home somewhere up in that beautiful blue dome. ~ By Liz Austin
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 I am a wild rose,
I love to be free, please don’t take that away from me. I am a wild rose, not one to retrain or contain, more like lines of free verse prose, I’m not one to hold to one lane. I am a wild rose, it is not the pain that I fear, but the ties that bind me, and loss of the independence I hold dear. I am a wild rose, I don’t mind settling down, happy in the life I chose, but I won’t wear the gown. ~By Liz Austin 2019 |
AuthorBorn and raised in Upstate NY, Liz is a freelance writer. She has written for websites, blogs, and magazines for the last 10 years. She works as a freelance writer and editor, as well as a proofreader and beta reader for several authors, all the while working on her first book. Archives
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