Sheldon Moore Poems

There’s a man with a big red head
Who use to fly right out of bed
His body now gives him trouble
And time is bursting his bubble
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The mighty green river
Shrunken by the thirst of summer
Flows lightly now
At night she is black velvet
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In a corner she cowers
unwarranted guilt
shame without reason
looking through
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on days such as this
when morning promises
warmth and fun
even the lazy ones
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I know her as Autumn
Sometimes she is Spring
Summer is her fashion
In Winter she is Queen
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Oh thousands of voices
Singing the same song

Softly
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I can still fill the sky
With fluffy white dreams
Flood a swirling river
With ideas and schemes
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I met a smile the other day
With eyes closed I can still feel
The kind that won’t go away
melting even the hardest steel
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In a dream I was afloat
On a billowy craft
Searching for a summer gone
Much to quickly
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I'm willing to learn
and longing to see
wanting to hear
what's inside of me
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