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Into this life Having been asked by people here and there, I answer them and then they stare. Perhaps it wasn’t the answer they sought,
By Dan R Fowler3 years ago in Poets
The Latter Part of November As long as I can remember, In the latter part of the month of November. We’d gather from all points of the earth,
My Brothers and Me Once I lingered with my thoughts suspended, In the mountains of West Virginia that never ended. There in a place nicknamed little Switzerland,
With Hearts Aglow It’s said that people never change, No matter the time or place or season. But I put forth this observation,
Christmas Tree Memory From days gone by I remember as if it were real, Me and my family living on the hill. It was a time of excitement, expectation for all,
I am thankful being in an age of compassion towards the pedestrian’s welfare as I, and everybody else interact in societies
By Stanley Lyte3 years ago in Poets
on the scopulus swallows smouldering sulphur Wawel Hill born beast * 4 Dec. 2022 *** Thank you for reading!
By Moon Desert3 years ago in Poets
Their blue suede shoes dance. Blues music touches their souls. Unforgettable. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
By Babs Iverson3 years ago in Poets
Upon My Bench Upon my bench, I sit pondering, Life’s mysteries, miracles, and my meanderings. Has it always been this way I questioned,
Walking Without Shoes With a grateful heart, I walk with you, On the sands of time, no need for shoes. It’s not upon dirt or sand we trod,
A November Passing Throughout the year from January to December, Each month dresses itself in reflections that we remember.
Our Homemade Wagon In the coal fields of Appalachia deep in the hills, Children played with what they could find or what they could build.
