Monthly Archives: September 2016

Here On My Rock

Here on my rock, my good gray rock, I sit and look about. A first leaf falls from off its perch And there is not a doubt That leaves will all be soon to leave, The grass cease grow so … Continue reading

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Heroic Day

No moon is in the morning sky, No sun is yet arisen; The stars are gone, the streetlights on, The wind with still is smitten. A bright red truck goes rolling by, A jogger, slow, yet steady; A lone bird … Continue reading

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Self-Great

I walk beneath a starry sky, Atop a hill, just stars and I; I don’t need them, they don’t need me, I am a height they cannot see. O blind things that can’t even hear, That have no wings to … Continue reading

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Sweet Exercise

Here at this table, here, I sit; My pen is moving, hand keeps fit. With both my eyes I exercise, To left, to right, and up and down. But best of all, my thoughts move, free— Such exercise is good … Continue reading

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Going

I sit amidst the trees, And rocks, and green things growing; A little stream in midst of these So quietly is flowing. A tiny, puffy cloud goes by, Its easy motion cheering; At home within the silent sky, As I … Continue reading

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When Clinton Trips

When Clinton trips upon her lips The lies come flying fast. Then sick, she slips, and backward flips; Her future in her past. Of wisdom’s wealth she has no gold, Her words are toothed in two, And each false half’s … Continue reading

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Brand New

Riding my bike down the long steep hill I need not pedal more, For swift I fly, fly faster still— A seagull bound for shore! And the trees and bushes wing on past, And wind whips through my hair! The … Continue reading

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