Edmund V. Strolis Poems

Oh how it shined
That memory in my mind
Of toes in the sand
Playful waves
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Funny thing these memories are
Thousands of days come and go
The lifelong highway rolls on
Distance blurs and time gets hazy
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What do you see? he said
Startling her
What do you mean? she said
Turning to him
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What a wonder is a garden
Reflecting the hand that lays the seed
Like snowflakes no two alike
The tender of these children always present
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You may call me mad or worse.
But I believe the bee was made for me
Honeycombs and pollination
Busy working just for me
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How did I know then what bravery was?
It did not ride on horseback.
It did not charge a hilltop.
It did not pose with medals dangling.
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At first I thought he was a dandy, self-involved with mocking grace.
My stomach churned. I felt disgusted. studying his smug bold face.

It did not help that he was handsome and not so polished or over groomed.
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I have this dream of a valley, rich and high in the Smokies unchanged.
and a long lazy cloud floating up, where my hopes for tomorrow remain.

Yes the smoke in my mind's eye does rise from a fire that burns in my brain.
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Will you meet me on the morrow where the river meets the dale?

With warm golden rolls and wild berries spread, and the tallest of all tall tales.
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Her tiny hands held the mug, fingers traced each crack and scrape.
Twas rare to find it out of sight for two moments in a day.

Worn was the handle, near vanished the rose, a mere hint of pink inlaid.
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