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Wind In The Rhododendron Whispers Love Words To Rattle Dry Leaves Into Song, That Echoes Through The Long Dream Of Another Day Far Away, When Flowers Filled My View, And All I Saw Was You.
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 ....at last. Clouds
Again Today, Dulling The Flowers And Shadowing The Morning Hours. March Clings, Slow To Allow April To Grow Into Merry May, And Blow Ragged Winter Away.  *cindyjansen78* The
Wind From The Sea Calls My Name And Beckons Me To Answer, But All I Say Blows Away, The Sound A Pagan Dancer. I Know Now It Was Reckless To Go, But I Had The Notion To Cross That Ocean, And Here I Be, Missing A Fragment Of The Essential Me.  *Elaine Harald* This
May Be The Year, I Fear, That After Many A Year, The Swan Will Not Survive To Ride The Pool, To Effortlessly Glide, A Reflection Of Itself In Every Direction. Small Beneath The Glory Of It’s Wings, It Softly Sings, And No Story Can Tell What It Has Seen. As Kingdoms Rise And Fall, The Swan Remains Tranquil Through It All, Until It Slowly Sinks, Far From Shore, And Is No More.  From
My Morning Room, I See The White Iris, Poised To Bloom. Papery Husks Will Fall Away As Ruffled Petals Open To The Day. Every Spring They Return When The Sun Breaks Through To Find Them, Shaking Off The Dew, Beauty Basking Briefly, Open As A Lover’s Smile, A Flowery Kiss, That Nature Will Never Miss.  *August Macke* Woman Writing The main part of the crops
Failed because there Was no rain, Then the rain came, Flooding the house. About that time The barn burned down, The baby needed An operation And Sonny’s best girl Married somebody else, Just as brother Came home from The Army In a fix, And it all Fell apart when Uncle Bill Got out of jail And found no one Was glad To see him back. Meantime a tree fell On the new truck And the two Youngest brothers Got into it Over that waitress At the Dew Drop Inn Whose husband Got so drunk He drove Right off the highway Into a ditch And everyone was sure He would never Walk again. But Pop got them All in line, And by the time Aunt Faye decided To leave the boys The ranch, Emmy came to town, Met Carl And they got Married In the spring, Just when the new Corn Was coming up, And things were Looking brighter. So it all worked out For the best, What with One thing and another, And it just goes To show You never can tell.  Easter,
Rabbits And Chocolate Confections Blend With Faint Hopes Of Resurrection. In New Clothes And A Charming Chapeau, Off We Go To Hard Boiled Merriment, Decorated In Blue And A Wavering Pink Band, Fertility The Intent, Life, Ovoid In The Hand.  The
Chrome Yellow Bus Comes To Take Away The Kids, Charming In The Styles Of Today, Sport Clothes And Rainbow Shoes, The Boys Tall And Thin, The Girls Round And Small, And I Wonder At It All. Their Workday Begins But I Would See Them Run Free. It Was The Same For You And Me, And At This Distance, It’s Hard To See The Use, Since Rebellious, I Soon Cut Myself Loose, Poor Fool, Lost In A Book Of Poems, Under No One’s Rule.  *Reclining Figure* Carved Basswood* Walnut Base* Juggling
Lessons That Didn’t Last, We Rearrange The Past To Manufacture A Story Of Subdued Glory. But Who Were We When First We Stood Before The Door, The Promise Of Forevermore In Our Hands, Not Yet Knowing What We Knew, We Blindly Stepped Through?  *Paint By Numbers* While
The Traffic Rumbles And The Laundry Tumbles, I Travel To Anther Time And Place, Invented At A Leisurely Pace, To Fashion A Tale Of Honor And Passion. There, I Play, Freed From The Everyday, Able To Say All I Care To Share, All I See Fit, And Make A Fable Of It. |
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