Jon Berry Poems

Time begins upon a wind, a journey of the first, to find the ground, come whistling down, to quench a hungry thirst.
The skies are bright, nights are light & time is racing through, slow pressure down into the ground, a passage welcome too.

The heavy earth comes raining down to put me in my place, I'm sinking down to find my crown & start a brand new phase.
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One rose for one year, our love is only young.
One year in so many, our lives have just begun.
If we live until 90,91 or 92.
Then I'll buy a small farm in the country,
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My dreams are still asleep, thoughts on a page, goals unscored and paths unlaid.

My journey is still in motion, steps to be stepped, bridges to cross over and treasures to be kept.
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The Trees in the world are like gods to me,
Standing tall, standing strong for all those to see,
Giving us the very air we breathe,
Routed deep in the ground finding strength underneath.
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