Gayle Sweeney Poems

Over the ocean
The sailing full moon had glowed
In satin rosy pink blush.
The moon turned opal
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Have the broken cookie that's left? No, I don't mind.
For you know broken cookies are one of a kind.
My hair is not combed and I need a manicure -
One that through scrubbing dishes the color endures.
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Two dear hearts like they planned
Met under the clock
At the grand Hampton Beach casino.
It was around the twilight hour
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Spring is singing a soft song
To us and we are reborn.
Here and there pure daffodils
By the country roadsides thrilled
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A bluebird sat on top of
A small sign by the green woods in the sun
At the side of the road alone
Beyond where we drove.
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Happiness is a smile
In the heart -
The thought of someone brings.
Happiness is pretty days
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The big old white house on the top of the small hill
By a woodland
Was filled with lots of children.
On some summer days laughing and splashing in the pool
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The bog is now conservation land in Woburn, Ma USA. The old house, built about 1870 is my brother's home. According to a neighbor the house used to be a boat house.

By the Aberjona River once cranberries were growing.
Many treasured, sunshiny trees still are astonishing.
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In the mid 1960's about
My family and I drove through the South
More than once on our way to Florida
To visit my grandmother and grandpa.
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On a sparkling day some children in play opened up milkweed pods
Between fingers and thumbs with delight.
Once set free brown seeds from inside with white spun, silk threads
Took to a breeze in summery, magical flights.
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