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Poetry
There is a thought that often enters my mind,
One so beautiful, it treats my heart kind.
The time is Victorian, and she is sipping on tea,
Pausing to smell a flower, then looking over the sea.
Her face has an amazing glow,
Like a moonlit forest freshly covered with snow.
Her eyes, sparkle like stars dancing across a midnight sky, And her hair is pulled up, curly cues floated down to where they lie.
Her dress is of white linen, lovingly adorned with lace,
She thoroughly defines the meaning of grace.
Looking back to the flower, she begins to smile,
Reminding one of what makes life worthwhile.
A butterfly lands upon her shoulder; a wing lightly brushes against her hair,
She touches it gently, with a tender loving care.
Oh, if only it were possible for me to be,
With the lovely lady, down by the sea.
The thought of fear is the biggest thing to fear,
Because it may be a thought to cloud what is clear. Always be willing to think with an open mind, And to yourself, you’ll always be kind.
Rise above the past, don’t worry about the future,
Think and live for today, and absorb life’s big picture. Don’t worry about tomorrow, because tomorrow will come,
And if you live each day by day, you’ll see what you’ll become.
Those who conclude what tomorrow they’ll be,
Live in tomorrow and they’ll just never see,
All of the wonderful things that they were meant to be.
She has struggled though so many years,
Hiding behind so, so many tears.
Left alone again, the wind hit’s the window,
She’s wondering why her heart just won’t glow.
So many terribly lonely, lonely nights,
Getting weaker from so many fights.
Wishing so badly just to sleep,
But violently do thoughts forever creep.
Thinking she’ll be eternally sad,
After all; which is good seems to go bad.
It seems as though love will never last,
She’s determined just to fast.
Hoping never again to feel,
She builds a barrier strong as steel.
All of the confidence is lost,
For being hurt again is just too high a cost.
The mist hovers over a mountain stream,
Beauty so powerful, I think it’s a dream.
The sun shines through the trees above,
Placing a spotlight on the morning dove.
The moss is a wet, shiny green,
Flowers are scattered, waiting to be seen.
Animals have left their prints on the ground,
Some are long and oval, others are small and round.
The woods around me are filled with peace,
For only short moments does it ever cease.
The moon has risen, and the sun has gone down,
The smile on my face has turned to a frown.
I must leave this mountain and it’s clean, fresh scent,
However I’ll always have memories of the time here I have spent.
The grass sways in a golden field.
For a single bright flower does the butterfly yield.
A chipmunk races by,
To feed it’s youngsters where they lie.
At the furthest corner is a lonely doe,
Like all the others, she prepares for snow.
It’s beauty to us and work for them,
Anything for food, maybe a single stem.
All for one purpose do they strive,
Nature’s instinct, to survive.
Most of the animals will again see spring,
And very relaxed they all will sing.
Running around like youngsters again,
Dancing gracefully in the warm, wet rain.
What a lovely sight it is to see,
A squirrel jumping from high in a tree.
Again the summer sun comes around,
All sorts of animals are to be found.
A warm feeling fills the air,
As a rabbit hops by without a care.
Fall comes, and again the animals work to see spring,
And in the warm wet rain they will dance and sing.
The River Flows
Where did it come from, all of this water, In some places, the water moves fast, others slow, The day is gone, and now it’s dark,
I sit and wonder as the gentle river flows,
Flowing on and on to where it must go.
Looking down at the water, I can see my face,
The water keeps moving, but I stay in one place.
For hours and hours, I sit and wonder.
I need some answers for my questions,
Is there anyone who knows?
Some places are dark, and some places glow.
How strange it is, this flowing river,
The more I question, the more I wonder.
The fire beside me let’s out a spark.
Now the river’s full of life,
Time to seek answers to my questions,
So, good day and good night.
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Autumn Trees with Autumn Leaves
Autumn trees with autumn leaves,
Color the end of a season.
Though there’s a chill in the air,
The sight is very pleasing.
Smoke arises from chimneys about,
Puffs of white dance in the air.
Windows are closed to avoid the chill,
And children are bundled with care.
Soon the snow will begin to fall,
And days will sooner turn to night.
A white blanket will cover the ground,
With a softness sure to delight.
Autumn trees with autumn leaves,
Color the end of a season.
