Poem_William

  Natures Picture nature is a picture for all the world to see the earth its canvas and its gallery always on display if we just take a look lots of different pictures like a picture book filled with lots of colors flowers birds and bees lots and lots of blossom growing on the trees […]

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Poem_Timothy Mooney

  Trees I like trees, so lush and green (Ghosts of Winter, Dark, and Mean) Tall and stately, steadfast, true (Phantom bones all cold, and blue) Reaching up to Touch the Sky (stealing children walking by) Apple blossom, Maple branch (Midnight’s when they walk and dance) Oh! Their whisper-windy song! (Snag you as you walk […]

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Poem_Rose

  Sleeping Beauty Spring If I could paint a picture It would be of this tree Sun shining through Branches tickling me I rest at its trunk Read aloud to a bee Two small spotted skunks Are both here to see The sun and the tree Listen gently 100-something ants On a voyage All around […]

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Poem_Relic

  An Autumn Tree Romance Vibrant leaves of autumn with slender fibrous arms… October shed and shook’m, degrading all their charms. These fire-colored flags cascaded through a twirl, in crinkled rigid skin transformed by chilly swirl. For the many leaves fallen from branches high-elite, a chilly north-bred swish– delivered them defeat. As for elms that […]

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Poem_Leah Barton

  Hanami (Japanese word for “picnic under the cherry blossoms”) Under the cherry blossom tree I find you waiting patiently On a rainbow tapestry To share a quiet hanami ‘Neath a soft pink canopy And flowers flowing downwardly There, it’s only you and me Enjoying a simple hanami Your heartbeat plays a melody And though […]

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Poem_Joanna Dibble

  Figs three ripe figs: maiden-mother-crone fresh and green, not fully grown gravid, blushing, ripe allure nut-brown, wrinkled, sun-matured. which of these the sweetest be? high upon this old fig tree maiden tartness bright and young full womanhood upon the tongue. drooping breast and brown age-spots spurned by youthful hungry thoughts. adolescent, first one picked […]

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