James O'Donnell Poems

I love to hear, the running water sound,
Bouncing down, in and out and all around,
Slipping and sliding, in many a bound.
From the tall mountains, it will tumble and pound.
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One afternoon in the Summertime,
Locked in traffic, for quite sometime.
With their older sister, our twins,
Put their Mom on needles and pins.
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High on a little hill,
We found tracks with a will.
Right there in the dust,
In a hurry or bust.
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