Kevin Kavanagh

Wooden structures that emerge from the face of the earth.
Temples of love to give identity to the ground on which they stand.
From east to west a glow with stellular radiance and energy.
On this rock we rely for our daily spin through the sky.
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Milestones by the road side.
Rough edges worn smooth by the river of time.
Faded distant memories of my mind.
Fresh cut grass in fields of green.
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Comets from the great beyond
Brushing past our earth
Lonely distant travellers
From whom God knows their birth
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As today erases yesterday
And tomorrow erases today
Events unfolding seems natural at the time
To nothing extraordinary
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