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 Insects humming to green sun-speckled leaves, Rays of bright sunshine dancing with flitting shadows, All tuned to the touch of the summer br... [read more] |
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Snow flakes fell on the foot of the bed, The children lay staill,wide eyed,black rimmed, Coughing,crying,young faces contorted in fright. Th... [read more] |
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The river in shallows murmured and chattered, In deep pools,sighing,swishing and swirling. The sun blazing down on great patches of gold. Th... [read more] |
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Dark clouds scurrying across the sad sky, Rushing together,to be darker still. Bonded in blackness,to start a big storm. A message od doom!... [read more] |
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In the middle of a'brew',reinforcements arrive. Just twelve young men,we expected more, For casualties had bee many that day. They drank the... [read more] |
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He is a country man,a quiet,simple man: and more-he has seen the Red Kites at play, High in the sky,whirling,diving in aerobatic flight. And... [read more] |
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Beat the drums louder,pipe the pipes faster, That is the way to drown out disaster. The soldiers all huddles on sand dunes. They had been f... [read more] |
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To roller blade on moon beams, Freefall on a summer breeze, To land in a field of apple blossom, And dance to meet the dawn. To stand naked... [read more] |
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The fly on the window Buzzed,bumped and crawled. Is it on the outside, Trying to get in? Is it on the inside Trying to get out? I picked up... [read more] |
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I crept out of bed quietly,when the house was asleep. Then out of the back door,and up into my tree. This was the way to watch the fireflie... [read more] |
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Up the blutty ladder, start work on the thresher. My guts are all on fire. Down the blutty ladder. Crouch behind the shed. Up the blutty la... [read more] |
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Childhood dawns frosted and sparkled, To be gazed at in wonder, Through windows closed,and spider web patterned. When the cold could be endu... [read more] |
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How does one grow old "gracefully"?, We are told that we should! Buit why,and how should we? We no longer tell our families how to behave, T... [read more] |
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Laying in bed thinking, finally sleeping. Dreaming of Refugees hands outstretched, weeping. In lines of homeless, dispossessed humans. Broke... [read more] |