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Days of Disasters

Days of Disasters One after another hurricanes pounded With a terrible vengeance winds blew and surrounded Tornadoes formed, flood waters kept rising Disasters abounded as people were dying Wild fires burned, raged with a vengeance It seemed nature’s fury was wild and relentless A madman rained down bullets of death We watched in fear and … Continue reading »

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Winter’s Deception

WINTER’S DECEPTION Craggy brown branches each glitter and dances in a lovely glass encased scene Prisms of ice, shine and entice as the sun rays glisten and gleam Trees covered in crystal, sounds like a pistol as limbs crack and crash to the ground Like chandeliers twinkling, sparkling and tinkling the ice makes a melodious … Continue reading »

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A Country Autumn

A Country Autumn Across earth’s canvas an unseen hand repaints the realm of trees and land The summer green of emerald hue is now a more eclectic view Patchworks of scarlet, bronze and gold, the vivid colors now unfold With autumn’s breath, leaves descend, signaling the summer’s end Quilting a shawl upon the earth, preparing … Continue reading »

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Mayberry

It was a place we all once lived, in a town that’s never been When everyone knew their neighbors and everybody was a friend When stories had a moral and goodness always won When a father took the time, to go fishing with his son A place where children played outdoors and elders were respected … Continue reading »

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The Old Barber Shop

In memory of my dad. The Old Barber Shop At the old barber chair, he stood and cut hair From early to sometimes late night With clippers he’d clip, and shears he would snip Until the cut was just right With a skill now unknown, he could sharpen and hone His straight razor on the … Continue reading »

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