Juan Olivarez Poems

Above the wild deserted prairie,
Surrounding spaces wide and airy.
Above the valley, the mountain shrouds,
Free and beautiful, float the clouds.
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The black bumble bee
Is building a home.
On the old dead tree,
By herself, all alone.
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Scented breezes fill the air,
And rain clouds drift above.
Children playing without cares,
Running round with bat and glove.
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Sweet songs wecome me,
Back to my home that I love so.
Up in the trees wild and free,
The Mockingbirds songs fairly flow.
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Once more a storm brews in the gulf,
We see it time and time again.
The weather's likely to turn rough,
Thunder lightening wind and rain.
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An old tire hanging,
From the big ash tree,
Was always swinging,
With my friends and me.
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A face floats in my dreams at night,
It lifts my spirits to great heights.
The gentle contours of that face,
Are such my memory, can't erase.
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Lessons learned and filed away,
Lessons of life I won't forget.
Lessons learned in the light of day,
Lessons learned at night, with no regrets.
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Sitting on an ant mound,
Tongue flicking in and out.
Picking up ants from all around,
A complete and utter rout.
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Two O'Clock in the morning,
And the fog is rolling in.
There's a fog horn loudly blaring,
Telling shrimpers to stay in.
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