Elizabeth Wrobel

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It all starts today,
Sun, games, and outdoor play.
Waves crashing and breaking on the shore,
Sand laying there, all piled up, just begging for more.
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When snow falls,
The winter calls.
Time for snowmen to be built,
Time for sledding down the hill,
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When the bright sunlight shines upon your face,
And snow vanishes without a trace,
You think of different ways,
To spend your summer days,
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The only season who has names of two,
Autumn or fall? Which is preferable to you?
The season between the summer, humid and hot,
And the bitter cold winter's slot.
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This morning I took a deep breath of fresh air,
I saw two butterflies on those flowers over there.
Rabbits were running all around,
I blew the white fluff off a dandelion, and it scattered to the ground.
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Generations of love, family tales that show,
How true love can last, how it can really grow.
It was written in God's will, the stage was set,
Long before your ancestors ever met.
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How did that stretch of road get the name the Million Dollar Highway?
I once read some suggestions on a bulletin board in Ouray.
Did someone find a million dollars there?
Or someplace that is very near?
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Sitting on the soft white sand,
I gaze across the ocean to another land.
Beyond the horizon, I'm limited to what I see,
So I enlist my imagination to create a scene for me.
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National Media coverage heard all around,
Though you can't buy tickets anywhere in town.
Just look outside and watch it cry down your window pane,
Listen to the weatherman when he predicts the rain.
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Walking down the street,
Puddles forming at my feet.
Taking a big juicy bite,
Of a Georgia Peach so ripe.
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When I look in the mirror I see your reflection,
I walk into a room, I hear you talking, you're part of every conversation.
With every step I take, you're with me, too,
You're with me everywhere I go, and in everything I do.
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With friends and family so far apart,
How can you convey the feelings hidden inside your heart?
Seal your love in an envelope- a first class stamp will do,
Send a card, send a letter, send a message that says "I love you! "
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New Year's Eve is coming to an end,
Soon the countdown will begin again,
Greet the new year right,
Kiss the one you love at midnight.
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Once a baby, once very small
Not remembering anything, anything at all.
Even though a child may not remember the moments parents treasure,
Those are the moments that will last them forever.
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You're the new baby, you have a big responsibility,
This is your duty, you must take it very seriously,
You'll be the center of attention, fussed over by everyone,
No matter what it is, they'll talk about what you've done,
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A couple wanting a child of their own,
A little baby needing parents and a home.
This tiny angel is the answer to your prayers,
And with the miracle of adoption, you are an answer to theirs.
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Maybe there's a valentine,
Asking, 'will you be mine? '
I could have one or even two,
I could have fifty or even one hundred it's true.
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A dancing leaf of gold,
A warm day turning cold.
A beam of moonlight bright and bold,
A front porch memory only autumn can hold.
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Can you hear the joyful music play?
The joyful music that gets louder every day.
It gets my hands a clappin',
My feet a tappin',
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Elizabeth Wrobel Biography

I live in the Northwoods of Michigan where I spend my time with my head in the clouds writing and dreaming. One of my favorite poems is: A Poem in Your Pocket by Beatrice Schenk de Regniers. Long before there was a National Poem in your Pocket Day, I was carrying poems in my pocket. Real poems and poems I wrote myself. Now, I can call my poems real poems. They have been published in ezines, online, read on the radio, and sold in a retail store.)

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It All Starts Today

It all starts today,
Sun, games, and outdoor play.
Waves crashing and breaking on the shore,
Sand laying there, all piled up, just begging for more.
Barbecues and picnics by the lake,
Eating ice cream, popsicles, or drinking a milkshake.
A tent pitched and ready for the night.
Scary stories and ghostly tales born of the firelight.
No school. No homework. Only fun books to read.
A summer schedule filled with riding bikes and climbing trees.

Summer begins on the twenty-first.
The sun shines bright. Full of heat and ready to burst.
Casting shadows across the ground,
Giving off rays to turn the skin golden brown.
The sun is at it's brightest in the early afternoon,
All this fun starts in the month of June!

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