Lily Jeanne Spear

It starts in a morning afternoon,
Or when you look up at the moon.
It is what it is,
Don't try to deny
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For I do need the sun to warm my days.
But I like the cool night mist,
And the light the moon gives.
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The trees don't bow
To the wind nor snow
But to the bewildering wind
They cast there crowns.
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Sherwood and cactus tree,
Hold up the house
From those who could not do good,
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My little box of memories,
Holds so many dear to me
There's my father and mother,
And sister and brother.
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The whistling in my ear,
Grows so aspirant
As my mind runs wild.
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Blessing is the sun and sky
Blessing is my eye
To see my blessings all around,
Beauty that cannot die
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Can such a nation sleep so long
And in that time be asked to vote
For who is right or wrong?
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The water splashed from side to side
And still the boat trudged on
The nights were harsh and cold
And sickness fell o'er.
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where the wind blows i will follow,
For life without seems so hollow!
In this land of blowing wind,
Prairie flowers and dolphins!
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