An identity
Changing, as the point is, to
Become a poet
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Meditate on the
Fabulous new beginning
Of every new day
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She is way past woos
She’s tough and ready for life
No problem too big.
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Stacking rocks is like
Haiku – it keeps happening
And stands here waiting.
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Rusting and tarnish
Of everyday life give way
To shining spirit
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Do it your own way.
Being a bucket of quirks
Is the human way.
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“Fern was up at daylight trying to rid the world of injustice.”
E.B. White
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Winds of change blowing
The seasons inevitably
To a new era
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“Anyone can be cool but it takes practice to be awesome”, said Patrick
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All that is left is
A new kind of normal that
Needs just miracles
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Hummingbird zipping
Back and forth just wondering
Where summer has gone
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October 9th, 2011 at 6:24 am
Gerry and you also have a hummingbrid poem. I have several feeders and plant flowers for them. They are very territorial, ours have names