Jaclyn Hyde Poems

What a wonder being seven
Booths all full of creative heaven
Oh! What fun to see
Four buildings full to brim calling me Such bargains to be found
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His breathing was labored to the last gasp.
How quiet and still the room is.
She said, "He's at peace at last." Driving home alone all waiting quietly, only the past.
A sea of loneliness she walks daily.
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Majestic trees with quietness beyond belief
Rays of shimmery light among their arms
Bubbly brooks making their own relief
Birds call young as wildlife scurry with alarm Old wood, rusty iron remains
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