#nature
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the bird feeder hangs by a wirefrom a pine tree in the front yardthe wind sways it back and forthbut only on windy days. I sit in the poet’s housewatching the birds as they arrivesometimes the seeds drop to the groundwhere the hungry squirrels wait. the seeds drip like your thoughtsdrip…drip…drip…damn metaphors are everywhere. a…
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imaginewe can row a cloudlike a canoeto wherever we wantand white swans follow? our paddles carved from the finest imagination,like river salmon heading out to sea.the rippling skies abundant with laughteras scented winds carry our dreams. in the distancewe see an islanduntouched by adults;a place just for uswhere tears do not exist. all the forgotten…
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Light my soul on fireremind me why I’m herelet my lungs fill with the firethat sparks the fury of the midnight sunso those lost in the darknesscan find their way home. Let my words fall like river rockto the shores of a land others seekmay my brothers and sister pick up the stonesand forge a…
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I can imaginethat clouds are reallyupside down icebergscrossing the skyand that Newfoundlandlays next to heaven. I can imaginethat the smell of wildflowerscome to usby passing shipson infinite horizonsthat our ancestors steer. I can wish on starsthat fall from the night skykeeping their promise in my heartas the night wind carry dreamsthat fill the minds and…
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a wooded area with a little creekcaptures the imagination of a childa day’s solace could be foundor tears hidden away from inquisitive eyes.even death visits and speaksnot yet childso endurance is the day’s lesson. laughter fades when the streetlights come onas slow-footed children make their way home.twilight’s gleaming applauds their effortsas the night chariots stream…
