Helen Goodall Poems

Sometimes I feel inspired and words come to mind
to write a song or poem keeping in perfect rhyme. But at times my mind is a blank, I can't find nothing
to express so my paper goes void and my pencil sets at rest. I close my eyes and dream. I await a new dawn when once
again my mind is inspired to write a song or poem. Then my paper fills up with words and my pencil does its job
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I sat beneath the willow tree and listen to its windy song,
I watched the birds go flying by in the midday sun,
I sat and thought of creation and how God had made it all,
To me it seemed quite perfect, but yet it had a flaw.
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Some people make wishes on a star, some turn to fortune
tellers, some turn over to a deck of cards--a waste of time
good fellows. Life is not a story told with a crystal ball and the queen of
hearts and the jack of spades will truly, truly fall. Twinkle, Twinkle little star is a planet in outer space
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