Shania K. Younce
I read a lot. I like to hike. I enjoy simple. I like to write. I love God. I like taking part in church. I go to Calvary Baptist Church. I'm currently working on a book. I love to sing. I sing all the time. Sometimes I just start singing and don't even realize it until some-one tells me. It is such a happy feeling just to sing aloud. Even if no one is there to listen. However, all of nature can here me. I love to watch the sunrise and set. I once saw a sunrise that was beyond compare. It was the brightest one I've ever seen.
I like going for runs in the morning, after noon, and evenings. I find it sort of refreshing! Sometimes I wake up in the morning and can hardly wait to see ... more »
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Shania K. Younce Poems
'A Living Day'
A living day. A living way. A living life. A living time.
'I Don't Know! '
I don't know about today. I wake and wake to today. I wake and wake to today.
Take a drink from a well. Find it cold. Drink it's splendor. Drink it's light. Make it bright. Tastes it's grip hold tihgt. It's sweet cool running sound. It's fish flounder. Ponder, ponder it's mind. Thoughts burn alive. It is quite here. It's tranquility fine. Remember water gentle and flowing. It's fresh calm forever kind.
'A Pulling Weed'
A pulling weed. A dieing day. A sun brightened.
'Sing Uh Bird'
Sing uh bird, sing uh bird all day long. Hear a tweet come. Sing uh bird, sing uh bird all day long. Hear a twitter flap.
'A Walk and A Talk'
For a block and maybe I'll talk. As you walk and talk. While wagging away.
My light be my delight. As beauty tis a gray. A strange light in day. When time doth breaks away.
Death so sweet and kind. In its splendor shines the bright light. While quietly creeping upon you is death. Your embracing the cold. While warming your blood to ice. Turning white, bright, and pale. Your lips rose red. Your eyes full of life. Your hair full of beauty. Its the end of your life.
'Daffodil and Yeoman'
Art oh, precious it will wither not. Come and hinder thy thoughts. The roof of thy mouth is dry and thy lips are cracked from your desperate cry. Real the beauty of a statue's eyes.
I forget. I remember. I remember what I relize.
Oh, the day. Oh, the day. Oh, the day of none. No day. No day. Way day. Way day.
Don't ask me why. Don't tell me why. I only seem to wonder why.
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'A Living Day'
A living day.
A living way.
A living life.
A living time.
A living breath.
A living living.
A living leaving.
A living seeing.
A living left.
A living talk.
A living cough.
A living speech.
A living speak.
A living lively.
A living love.