Shannon ...

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I see little squirrely
dash into the road,
back and forth he zigzags
not knowing where to go.
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up before light
down after night
stop thinking
start working
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why why, when when
does the pain ever stop
or the chaos give in?
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The smell of pine trees, sawdust, coffee, bacon, love
The sound of a rusty chain on a front porch swing, creaky screen door, footsteps on a hardwood floor, leaky faucet, love
The feel of a summer breeze, warm hug, soft touch, hand stitched quilt, love
The sight of a foot pedal sewing machine, cob webs, large print Reader’s Digest, peeling paint, love
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I say He say
arrogant be I may
but anyway
I’m going to say
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New man began that day on the tree
when he fulfilled a covenant for you and me
Obedience to his Father as did his Fathers you see
Generation after generation till he came to be
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Wandering to and fro;
wondering where to go.
Wide and varied choices,
wafting; not knowing though.
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wind blows, tree boughs
river flows, seed flies
flower grows
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