Erica Graham

Erica Graham Poems

See the fire blazing, blinds you, frightening.
Smell the smoky air, makes you cough and panic.
Hear the fall of burning trees, a crack; as loud as lightning.
Taste the dryness of the air.
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What is......Happiness?

Happiness is a cold drink on a hot day.
Happiness is a cool evening in May.
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H armony is
A cceptance of others, acknowledging them
R egardless of their
M ates, their
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Nile let your waters flood,
And spread across the land your mud.
Let our crops yield us food
To feed this hungry multitude.
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The candle burns gently,
With its flickering light.
The soft yellow flame,
Shining so bright.
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Farmers are important,
They’re working all day long.
Every Aussie will go hungry,
If something does do wrong.
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Dawn reveals herself
To the waking world,
Hues of warmth,
Blotchy and swirled.
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Naive and young, off he goes.
Strong and brave, to fight the foe.
Risking his life, battling for freedom,
Doing his duty for King and for Kingdom.
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Erica Graham Biography

Living in South Australia, Erica loves writing poems about a variety of topics, but her favourite is nature. My inspiration comes from nature, I awe at her beauty and roughness. Many holidays in the outback of the Flinders have shown me that nothing compares to sight of an endless desert plain, a constellation of countless stars or a rainforest of majestic birds, my personal favourite of which is the Blue and Yellow Macaw. Other hobbies include reading, painting, learning about history, and creating a masterpiece in the kitchen. I believe in doing things once and doing them right, as well as sticking by your values, defending what you know is right and maintaining integrity in trials and temptations. 'True happiness, is not attained through self-gratification, but through fidelity to a worthy purpose.' - Helen Keller)

The Best Poem Of Erica Graham

In The Blazing Heat Of The Bushfire

See the fire blazing, blinds you, frightening.
Smell the smoky air, makes you cough and panic.
Hear the fall of burning trees, a crack; as loud as lightning.
Taste the dryness of the air.
Feel the heat, blazing fire.

© Erica Graham 2013

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