The unvoiced thoughts and ideas of a septegenarian.



            I’ve neither read nor conducted any studies on the subject of e-mail but my guess is that most of us have had some experience communicating with others via cyberspace.  Sometimes such communication is only a letter or two and it fizzles out;  other times it becomes an on-going ‘getting to know you’ exercise. If  you’re very lucky your correspondent will be someone willing to discuss more than the weather – to share his life experiences, his hopes, dreams, regrets. I have been fortunate to have found three such people and our almost daily exchange of letters enriches my life.

This verse might as well be called Ode to Cyberspace.


Somewhere over the treetops

Words soar high

And the stories you dare to tell

Brighten my days as well.


Somewhere over the treetops

Truth be told

Tears shed, laughter is heard

Flying through skies of blue.


Somewhere over the treetops

Hands reach out, hugs thrown,

Feelings and dreams shared

Despite many miles between.


Somewhere over the treetops

We sit together question each other

Your hand in  mine

I laugh at your joke

Blow you a kiss and smile.


Somewhere over the treetops

A new friend is found

A mystery voice, a hazy image

Retreat behind words

That teach, touch, challenge


Somewhere over the treetops

Thanks be to the winds that bear

The thoughts of another

Far distant yet oh so near.

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Julie Rose



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