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PICTURE A POEM

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Ready

Summer waits her turn

Spring will leave the sun smiling

And ready to dance…

 

 

Ants and Wings…

PICTURE A POEM

“Take me a ride”
said the ant to the bee..
“take me up high
in the sky so i’ll see”
“but we’ve been there & back
said the bee with a frown..
“the last time i took you
you begged to come down..”
“this time i will do it”
said the ant to the bee
“I’m ready to fly
don’t ya worry about me”
So on climbed the ant
as they flew in the air..
and the ant got a bee’s
eye view from up there..
But the bee had to get
back to working again..
as he landed the Ant
said “i’m thankful i am”
“i’ll be there for you when
you need me dear friend.
I’ll re-pay you this ride
when i come back again..”
The bee felt so  cool,
as he buzzed all around.
and he told the story
to every bug that he found..
Soon a …

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Hero’s

“I hear it coming” said the boy

As we waited for’ it ‘to appear

Sirens roared above the crowd

As he jumped up and cried out” its here”

Such a sight it was to see

The parade that memorial day

With flags and floats and marching bands

In salute to those passed away.

“I’ll race you home” the young boy said

As the parade faded from view

“I don’t like the graveyard part”

“Their just hero’s that we never knew.”

It was fate that found the boy

Had grown through years to be

A soldier boy who gave his life

To uphold our land so free..

Such a sight it will be

The parade this memorial day

With flags and floats marching bands

In salute to those passed away..

“I’ll race you home”the young will say

As the parade faded from their view

But me I like the graveyard part

There’s a hero that I once knew..

Seeds

Once I awoke within a dream

To find that peace had come

All the world had freedom

There was not one evil done.

Every war had ended

And hunger was no more

Life had so much meaning

When it never did before.

Yet I was the only one

Left upon this earth

For death had come to everyone

Who would not give peace birth.

I saw about myself no sign

Of modern mortal men

Yet I rememberd yesterday

And how the world had been..

I screamed at God to tell me why

Oh why he did not hold

Peace within the hearts of men

Treasured more than gold.

‘Twas then I heard a silent voice

Come from it seemed the sky.

“If everything were perfect

One would not need to try..

There shall be the hungry ones

As well as those quite full..

There shall be the loving hearts

As well as those quite cruel..

There shall be healthy and fortunate

As well as those in need

But Peace won’t come till everyone

Plants a peaceful seed..”

It was then I asked the silent voice

To tell me one by one

Where had been the peaceful seeds

To plant by everyone?

The voice became a whisper

Then it quiverd then it cried…

“Search your heart and soul each day

For they are there inside,

If everyone quite fortunate

Helped out just one in need…

The full would feed the hungry but

That’s just ” 1 ” peaceful seed”

I awoke from that dream to find

Some follow some shall lead

But one thing that we all should do

Is plant a peaceful seed..

 

 

 

 

 

Rolling

Hit the road Jack Frost

Summer waits behind the sun

Springs ready to roll…

Pictures

Nature painted fall

With early snow on her brush

Spring pictures paint frost..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Taunts

Jack frost plays havoc

Making his presence be known

Taunting spring flowers..

Formations

In one short whisper

Poems speak a thousand words

In form of Haiku…

 

Persistence

Rain is persistent.

Insisting rivers and streams

Be full to the brim