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Chicken Rescue {A Limerick}
There once was a thirsty Brown henWho left the warmth of her pen;She jumped into the snow,But had no place to goWithout the help of a friend. ***
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The Cosmos and the Bees
Tall, tall, tallCosmos in the breezeSmall, small, smallAnd delicate their leaves Grow, grow, growBefore the first frost fallsBlow, blow, blowBefore the winter calls Bloom, bloom, bloomMake stars in summer’s nightZoom, zoom, zoomMake honey while it’s light UpAnd downAnd inAnd outHold on tightAs you’re blown about FarAnd nearPlease blooms,Stay hereHang onTill winter comes Tall and smallI like you allGrow and blowBefore the snowBloom and zoomStore up your food Then waitTill summer comes
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The Strongest Vine in the Garden Plot
Strong as leatherSmooth as silkCurly as a piglet’s tail Green as em’raldTough as nailsHolding on through wind and hail Reaching, grasping,Upward-stretchingKeeping rough stems still Comes harvest timeZucchini vineBecause of your iron will
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Watching a Summer Storm Roll In
Sometimes the clouds look like the seaTheir waves of gray wash over meAs I upon a green raft lieAnd gaze into a foaming sky Sometimes the sea looks like the cloudsIt hides the land in deep’ning shroudsI float upon a mountain peakAnd dive through valleys blue and bleak My journey ends as night beginsA song of sorrow sing the windsThey howl into the stormy night*I harbor in the candle light *Samuel wrote this line. Go Samuel! Photo: Mikko Luotio on Unsplash
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Poems About Sunsets from Emily Dickinson and Me
First, Emily Dickinson: The Sea of Sunset This is the land the sunset washes,These are the banks of the Yellow Sea;Where it rose, or whither it rushes,These are the western mystery! Night after night her purple trafficStrews the landing with opal bales;Merchantmen poise upon horizons,Dip, and vanish with fairy sails. Next, me: Sledding at Sunset The grass sleeps,And the willow weepsWith icicles hung low.With the fields tilled,And the brook stilled,Our life begins to slow. We speed down valesOf purple trails,In snowbanks stunned we lie.Rosy skylight fades,And bright orange parades,Like a caravan in the sky. I follow you,Dearest, palest blue,Your mittened hand in mine.The fresh snow meetsOur booted feet;We’ll avoid the…