Christopher Hays Poems

I awoke to him loudly screaming, in the early morning grey. She watched him trough her doorway and had not heard what he had to say. He knew he needed to leave he had to go away. His tears were falling, he could no longer hide, so much terrible sadness that he held deep inside.

Young tired unknowing eyes awoken by her father's scream. He found her looking his heart breaking her tears beginning to stream. The child ran from the house and past her mother, to him she ran in the early morning grey. with better sweet tears she looked up to him and smiled, because Daddy was the only thing she could say...
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New season has thus begun


I have noticed the trees, their leaves turning yellow and brown, softly dancing to the evening breeze, falling slowly to the ground. This day I have noticed is bringing that cold afternoon wind. Before to long fall will step in, and summer shall sadly end. Just like it happens each and every year, the temperature grows cold. This is going to be a bad winter, well that's what I was told. How many people still remember September 11..? All those people remain in. I need to stop for ever in the love with the savior in heaven...
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