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Sue, I think Bob means a Avatar. :-\

Bob you have brought much pleasure to this site with your beautifully crafted words, you have also given many of us inspiration and joy with your comments on our efforts.
I would like to take this opportunity of saying THANK YOU. O0
 
How's this for comment please. Didn't know where else to send it.
‘The Valley of the Whistling Wind’​
David Weaver ©​
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When you walk through ‘The valley of the whistling wind’,​
in the rock carve the face of a lover.​
Feel the fresh breeze from a land faraway,​
and remember the love for another.​
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The sun shines harsh off the granite peaks,​
at the ridge beware the sheer drop.​
On reaching the edge there is much more to see,​
near the pinnacle of crags at the top.​
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Follow my footsteps for it’s safer that way,​
tread only where I have stepped.​
Pause in the shadows where no one will see,​
let’s mark the place where we slept.​
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Smell the sweet blossoms swept up from below,​
hear the music of the wind through the caves.​
Like a giant pipe organ designed by the gods,​
carved out by celestial slaves.​
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Try pressing your face into pure driven snow,​
feel the sharp tang of ice on your lips.​
I’ll stand behind you and we’ll breathe out white mist,​
whilst I’m gently caressing your hips.​
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There’s a path to the right which leads to forever,​
let’s start our journey again.​
Walk past all the ghosts of our yesterdays,​
and forget all those moments of pain.​
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We’ll go on a journey of never return,​
choose from a hundred side tracks.​
With the stars in your hair we’ll follow your light,​
but whatever you do don’t look back.​
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John I've just read this and can only say it's the writers lot I'm afraid, but never stop because we are the true history and it must never be forgotten. I sat on my father's shoulders in Alrewas, the other side of Litchfield, and watched Coventry burn just a an orange glow on the far horizon. Never forget it. David Weaver
 
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