Beth White Poems

Down in the trenches it's an awful place to be
You never quite know, what your gunna see
Down in the trenches with the tommy boys
With the deafening silence that makes no noise
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Have you heard the sweet sensational sound of a humming bird?
Their long eagle like wings gently flapping in the breeze
With their long beak pointing tall and proud,
They sip the honey like nectar
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Looking back into the past,
My heart trembles with fear,
I hate to tell you I love you,
But it's all I see,
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Silence every where,
No place to turn
The walls are bear,
Without your photos there
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With a quick kiss goodnight
And a warning the bed bugs bite
I headed off to bed
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