Jeff Bresee Poems

At last, I pause at eventide to take rest
amidst the shadows of the setting sun.

And as I watch I cannot help but ponder…
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With childhood eyes reflecting.
Clear mountain day remembering.
Fresh cut hay reviving.
Together we'd play, etching
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I cannot help but wonder as I wander through this life,
and try to find a purpose in this world of toil and strife.

Why don't we have a Moses or a Noah as our guide,
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