Sharon R. Rogers Poems

It’s 6 AM, and the sun is rising,
I’m waking up over the keyboard again.
I shower, dress, and get on Facebook,
And see what’s going on with my friends.
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With the red, white, and blue before us
We have weathered mighty storms,
Because our people are resilient, determined, and warm.
Happy birthday, America!
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The daily sun has weathered her face,
But the old barn stands like a Valley Oak.
And now, they’re sprucing up the place,
Painting away the years, stroke by stroke.
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Standing on a ladder, reaching up high,
Almost looks like he’s touching the sky!
Painting, he uses ladder rungs for stilts,
He’s making the old barn look newly built.
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The quiet of the black asphalt inviting,
A sun-scorched audience of weeds lining the route,
Inhaling, exhaling, inhaling, exhaling
As shoes rhythmically beat out music of the run.
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Lord, You are with me always
Ready to step in when needed
With hope, strength, and peace
Ever-present with blessings!
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Fireworks, family, and barbeques
Laughter, flashlights, moon and stars
Patio chairs, jackets, and mosquito repellant
Fourth of July memories.
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Over the winter, our taste buds yearn
Our memories kick in, and they follow suit
Waiting until the weather will turn
And we get a taste of that summer fruit!
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It takes the lead and peeks an eye,
The brand new blossom bursting on the scene,
Like fireworks on the fourth of July,
As goldens below nod approvingly.
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