The Cave

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By Lunaria

The Cave They traveled the dusty road many days Stopping only to let the mule graze And the woman to dismount and rest The journey was long and she was stressed Her blue eyes were often full of tears The beautiful face strained beyond her years Hair pulled up in a bun to keep her cool Often she would whisper to the mule What she said to him no one knows But oft he would stop so she could repose Many inns were passed with a 'NO VACANCY' sign Off in the distance a cave with animals of every kind There they entered, she laid on the straw And brought forth the most beautiful babe you ever saw. Copyright © 2004 Lunaria (Lila May Guptill)

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July 31, 2005 06:41waterlily

You are a very talented writer!