Marilyn Lott Poems

A special season's here again
One I love so much
For colors are their most brilliant
Like the strokes of an artist's brush
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Several ladies got together
For a day out on the town
A special Christmas luncheon
And I'll tell you what they found
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I spend my life a’waitin’
For someone to hop on my back
For I’ve been trained to carry
A rider and sometimes a pack
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I drove to Wal mart the other day
When I parked and got right out
A woman with a little girl
Began to cry and shout
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Spring always starts with a little yellow
As dandelions pop out their heads
Then we see daffodils’ smiling faces
They don’t even need flower beds
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There was a school on Rainy Mountain
A mountain named by the Kiowa’s
A beautiful mountain it has always been
And has been an enormous draw
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The red dirt fascinates me so
It just doesn’t look quite real
Too bright and much too pretty
It has that ‘country’ feel
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Robert Portella is a cherished hero
Everyone certainly agrees
He is a New York firefighter
And takes his job very seriously
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I have such fun-filled memories
Of rain through childhood years
I remember my brother and I
Said it was angels shedding tears
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’ll bet you’ve never seen
Or even heard of a farm
That makes delightful pizza’s
It’s inventive and full of charm
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