Shelley L Baxter Biography

Her black hair pulled back loosely,
flowing like a long shiny crimped mane,
with a few strands all about her withdrawn face.
My God, please take care of this teenager...
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Lord, I don't know
what to say...
what to do...
or what to pray.
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Rolling blades of grass play in the meadows green,
as bird songs whisper my name in the trees...
the breeze circles me enfolding me in its tune,
a serenade that happens on beautiful days in June.
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October 2005

When life is no fun,
when the pain follows you,
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Have you seen a weeping willow
whose leaves are still, quiet and at peace?
A palm along a lonely shore
that moves not...there's no breeze.
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