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Natasha Foster Poems
Alone is what she's used to, Alone is what she knows. Alone, not having much to do, Alone is how she goes.
His Kingdom by the Sea
It was long ago when He and She lived in this Kingdom by the Sea, But He left it to me, And gracious, I'll be
This is the end of him, Here he lies; My greatest love, my greatest enemy. Out of the night that covers me,
God's Newest Star
Though she was known as Sky, She became God's newest star today. She rests peacefully on high, But not much can keep the pain at bay.
The Lady of the Lake
'Twas at the lake where she was born, 'Twas at the lake where they did meet. 'Twas at the lake where she did mourn, 'Twas at the lake her heart did beat.
The Black Nightingale
Hear them, they sing aloud, They sing for all to hear. Hear them, they sing aloud, But one does not sing of cheer.
Bright, Yellow Sun
The bright, yellow, early sun, Shines down on the grass. The morning dew, Sparkles like white diamonds,
The Eagle and The Flag
I watched The Eagle soar to the mountains where the moon hides, As the family burdens I bore
Lift me up, I will fall, Let me die, no reason why I should live, feeling so small.
They were only ten when they were taken, In a new home the did awaken. Held for four years, he escaped, Four more years, her heart ached.
Over by the mystic falls yonder, Where beneath the weeping willows she wonders. Where the wind is a whisper, She never has a nightmare.
The Eagle By the Cherry Tree
The Robin, so quickly, perches on the fence, He sings his tunes for hours. But the Robin, so quickly leaves the fence, He flies away before the spring showers.
I can't decide, it's to hard, I need your help, I need a guard. I need your wisdom, I need your love.
The Cherry Tree
So beautiful, it blooms, Pink and white alike. Not quite tall, But tall enough to climb.
Comments about Natasha Foster
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Alone is what she's used to,
Alone is what she knows.
Alone, not having much to do,
Alone is how she goes.
Alone she turns white,
Alone she turns cold.
Alone, she sees the light,
Alone, not yet old.
Alone, she makes the journey,
But she'll be alone no more.
She journeys into Heaven,
And there, she'd like to see you.