Joan Neph Poems

When I sit and think of my childhood,
I think of my parents that I would.
Of all the both bad and good times,
And of all the nursery rhymes.
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Watch as they walk hand and hand,
Across this beautiful land.
It's plain to me, as you can see,
To her heart he holds the key.
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Everywhere I look I see red, yellow, and brown,
Dead leaves laying all over the ground.
It seems I'm up to past my knees with leaves,
I guess I'll have to roll up my sleeves.
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