An early morning sky,
A blue to match her eyes,
With streaks of blond blowing gently,
Through an autumn wind of old,
Orange leaves except their fate,
Finding refuge on the ground below,
A rake will seal their destiny,
In a pile for joy and laughter,
Turning towards the east,
As the dew dries between her toes,
She tilts her head back with eyes closed,
To let the sun rest on her face
An original composition by the author of Ends and Beginnings
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I am a frustrated writer and poet waiting to be discovered. A stand-up philosopher performing on a street corner near you. A Christian with questions but I don’t want to hear your answers. A Buddhist with a bumper sticker on my truck to prove it. A collector of quotes. A grower of lettuce. The Patron Saint of earthworms who name their children after me. A cyclist whose big ass strains the seams of his Lycra bibs. I am American by birth, Southern by the grace of God. My goal in life is to leave an imprint on the lives of the people I love not a footprint on the earth. I am a son, a husband, a father composed of 65%-Oxygen, 18%-Carbon, 10%-Hydrogen, 3%-Nitrogen, 3%-Diet Coke and 1%-Oreo.
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Your getting better and better at poetry, love this one again 🙂
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Thank you Ms. Patty!
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