Jim E. Skiver Poems

Back through the swirling mists of antiquity
Back through the night, to the dawn.
When man first emerged from the primordial slime
that was his birthright.
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at pigeons on the roof
An old man smiled and stayed his hand
with words of soft reproof
"But look at the mess they've made of my hat,
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I see wild rolling cumulus clouds
Like vast mountains arrayed cross the sky
And among the dark canyons a silvery cross
seems the might of those Titans to try
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