Retired high school science teacher. 35 trapped in a 66 year old body. Hobbies/interests: writing poetry, song lyrics, hiking, gardening, oil and acrylic painting.
Blue skies gave way to hues of gold
As I surveyed the forest deep
Well beyond my intended stroll
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Hidden in last Summer's hay
Soft her breathing, restful purring
And in a bundle, kittens five
From peaceful naps began stirring
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With great anguish the day began
death severed love's embrace
a life of promises and plans
with one last breath time erased
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When the poet's work is well done
The poem captures what was sought
When poet and poem are one
There's little room for higher thought.
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The rule of thumb is never quit
So if you fail, get over it
Listen to what wise men said
Don't leave your dreams asleep in bed.
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