Henry Whisenhunt

Henry Whisenhunt Poems

No matter the sun rise, it is still morning that the trees a rise and

greet.
...

An elder came into a home and said to the woman, your
boy, I take your boy. She looks at the elder and replys,
I have no son for he has died. The elder looks to her side
for just a moment and walks back out.
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Chapter 1

Begins new life
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The Best Poem Of Henry Whisenhunt

Serpents Flower

No matter the sun rise, it is still morning that the trees a rise and

greet.

Yes, I did come up with that on me own. Perhaps with time, I will

tell you what it means.

I once seen a beauty down with in the waters, and so close to this

beauty was a Cotton Mouth, nervous as a young lad should be, I feared

nothing, yet was intrigued to see the beauty also had no fear of the

serpent but welcomed it with no discrimination.

 I then realized that as I gazed upon this beauty with in the

currents, the venomous snake was being offered a solid beam to wrap

around, and be safe so near so that the snake did not float away. The

beauty I looked upon in admiration was truly a beauty for with in the

waters, being held by the reptile with a vine outstretched to the sky

was a flower.

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Emma Litchfield 31 December 2011

great poem I love it -Emma

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Emma Litchfield 31 December 2011

I love your poem I think you'll make a great poem maker

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