Arthur F. Jackson Poems

(except from Storm's Wrath) I look to the east
where I spy the wild beast
it's muscles rippling and twisting
changing it's form
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There is a beautiful sky tonight
it should fill my heart with delight
but there is to much troubling me
for my heart to be so free
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A little girl in a field of green
slowly she reaches down for something unseen
a smile grows on her face
as she rises she looks off into space
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