Kaila George Poems

The tide rolls out into the

Never ending sea of despair
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We all sat around the early morning camp
Listening to the stories of the Sun God Ra
Of how for many years people have been searching
For the lost temple of gold that was protected by Ra
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Nostalgia to me....

Is when mum and dad were alive?
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The embers of fire

Burned within the grate
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The burst of sunshine

Brought forth a smile on my face
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They stand just out of reach

He on the edge of the beach, pondering
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The passage of time

Drifts on by
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I’m on a natural high

Excited that my students
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I have been lying dormant for years

The person who I am meant to be
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The song bird sings its exquisite melodies
Into the Midsummer Day and the early frosty gales
As it makes its way in life to survive in the after math
Of winter, autumn, summer and spring
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