Tag: nature
member name: Mary S.
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February 20, 2007 06:56 PM EST --
Frosty rides down old winding country roads in rickety, windy old pickup trucks that rattle and shake to the old hardware store, filled with the warm smells of popping corn, horse feed, and big . . . more
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August 26, 2008 06:23 PM EDT --
Steam rises up from the over heated ground
As the rain falls down, as the rain falls down
An almost perceptable sigh is heard
As it soaks in, soaks in, all around.
The parched . . . more
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October 08, 2007 04:47 PM EDT --
I saw the wind in your in your eyes,
And you saw me see it
So you looked away.
Now I wonder where you've drifted to,
Like a yellow leaf with brown . . . more
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April 15, 2008 12:50 PM EDT --
'Round Again
Another tune for the bard my friend
Another pluck of the string,
Another dip, another spin
Another tip of the hat and then...
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May 02, 2008 02:37 PM EDT --
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February 08, 2008 11:01 AM EST --
There has to be a poem somewhere
about the way the morning sun
paints the trees that perfect shade of pink,
inscribing its rosy signature in a soft blushing sky,
punctuated by tiny flitting . . . more
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March 19, 2008 01:25 PM EDT --
Menghibahkan was a good mama.
She was young but attentive
And worked hard for her children,
Planting rice and sweet potatoes.
She taught her young ones
To sing the tribal . . . more
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March 24, 2008 08:28 PM EDT --
Close your eyes
Listen
Here in the leaves
Now in the "whys"
There in the song
Of the sweet sad owl
Near in the hollow
Of a lone wolf's howl
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April 29, 2008 09:40 AM EDT --
Not yet day, Not quite dreaming
Lying half awake at 3 a.m.
Listening to circles in the sand
Thoughts of you drift by
My sleepy mind's eye.
And even . . . more
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August 31, 2008 02:09 PM EDT --
Dyslexic Darwin
Think mermaids and dolphins
Used to stroll
Hand in Hand
Upon the land?
Think mountains were made
By the magical . . . more
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February 14, 2008 08:00 AM EST --
We hit the ground running
so fast, that before we realized it
we were flying.
The way each curve fit
into the other, and the extra arms
made it easy.
We both knew well the story . . . more
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March 04, 2008 11:35 AM EST --
The sky held the moment
Between a star and the moon
And the song of a whippoorwill
Fell through
A hole in the last note
Rose, a luminous balloon
Catching the oak tree's . . . more
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June 13, 2008 08:33 PM EDT --
Natural Reflection
There'll come sometime, somewhere will be a door
Rough hewn grain that opens to wooden floor
The smell of home will fill up every room
And out the window you will . . . more
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August 05, 2008 06:59 PM EDT --
I remember that time when we stood in a distant place
The way the trees were so thick they hid the sky
And our hearts beat hard there in the midst of the chase
The blood trail . . . more
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December 12, 2005 07:21 PM EST --
He liked that old hat,
Lived in it.
He used to fish in it
Garden in it
Drink sweet tea
In the heat of the day
In it.
Alas, one day
It blew down the mountain.
We sighed and smiled.
Then . . . more
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January 19, 2006 09:20 PM EST --
Soft light eased up the horizon, touching the sky with ever dimming shades of gray. At the first hints of pink and peach, the birds roused and began their crescendo of twittering. That hour . . . more
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August 16, 2007 04:38 PM EDT --
One of the many things that amazes me about God, is that as a creator, He created us in His image, and made us creators too. And what an amazing job He did. Just look at all the complicated . . . more
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January 24, 2008 10:00 AM EST --
As I sat in the bright heat of the sun, savoring the brisk winter breeze blowing through my hair, I tilted my face skyward and considered life's variations. One of the things I like most . . . more
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November 28, 2007 11:08 AM EST --
Moon hangs low and round
Expectant mother's belly
Too heavy to rise
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December 12, 2005 07:02 PM EST --
As I sat in the bright heat of the sun, savoring the brisk winter breeze blowing through my hair, I tilted my face skyward and considered life's variations. One of the things I like most about . . . more
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