Barbara Stahly Poems

The rain came down over the parched yellow field
you could almost hear the field shout with glee.
The flowers and the trees were happy as could be.
The smell of rain was as fresh as the morning dew,
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What a daydreamer am I
always looking at the sky
I love the wind as it blows
through the trees,
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The days come and the days go
The sun shines and the wind does blow.
Each day is a new day, a time to love and
a time to play.
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Is it all real or just a dream
where nothing is as it really seems.
I wonder, I wonder, what does it mean.
What is our purpose on this place called
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I sit in my cottage by the sea
que sera sera, whatever will be
will be.
The blue green water is beautiful
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Why am I here?
A question I've pondered year after year.
I've studied this philsophy and that
and still have to wonder why am I here?
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Gone are the days when the streets
were safe and we left our doors unlocked
We played and we worked and felt safe and secure
but that is not the case any more
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The smell of food and sweat permeates the air
the heat hangs over the city like a blanket
The windows open wide, shouting from within
The kids play in the water from the hydrant
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The End of the Year

The end of the year is almost here
the days are cold and the trees are bare
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Johnny my son, I love you so.
Born to me on Christmas Day.
What a gift you were to me,
A treasure from heaven and the angels above, sent to me with all their love.
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