The warm breeze cooling
your body
The smell of pine and dirt
The sun shining down on your face.
The blue sky, beaming down at you.
Not a cloud in the sky.
Birds singing songs of joy.
Just close your eyes and picture this,
in the middle of winter.
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I remember… when we camped out in the living room and set up all of the collectible trains on Christmas Day and called road call every ti...
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May 4, 2017 I woke up this morning to my favorite type of day, dark, cold, and rainy. I got out of my bed with the help of music by My Ch...
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Alone, nothing to see, hear, smell Nothing to do All alone for there is nothing Only darkness with a flash of light in the distance
4 comments:
Did you write this at the farm?
I remember birds, but even more I remember the noisy clucky chickens! haha!
Love the last line being separate from the rest. It's like: BAM!
I totally get this poem. The weather here is totally unpredictable!
This is so beutiful! It's kind of funny, because the weather in Colroado is crazy!
Oh my gosh! What a twist ending. I loved it.
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