kara towe Poems

In the meadow a lazy stream flows through cattail reeds of green.
Swallows dart through the sky weaving through the air currents as they fly.
A Meadow Lark, perched on a fence pole, sings melodies from its heart and soul.
Starlings flock in unison as they fly forming a fluttering mass in the sky.
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You mourn what has come and gone.
You mourn present time.
You mourn your youth.
You mourn your life.
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In the meadow a lazy stream flows through cattail reeds of green.
Swallows dart through the sky weaving through the air currents as they fly.
A Meadow Lark, perched on a fence pole, sings melodies from its heart and soul.
Starlings flock in unison as they fly forming a fluttering mass in the sky.
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Magpie with your black and white pleated wings and your long iridescent tail of green you are a curious thing.
Swooping down onto my porch you squawk and shriek looking for a treat.
Cleverly you look through the front door screen carefully observing the scene.
You are after the food left behind from the dog as you hop onto a fireplace log.
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The roots are web like and grow best in compost topped with mulch.
They need plenty of water too.
Woody stems sometimes have thrones and also bare three pieced ridged dark green leaves.
Tips of stems can have large blossoms that have spiraling smooth soft petals.
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Rings silently extend across a mirrored cove.
Trees stand, needled jade, draped with deep olive colored mosses.
Birds tweet, chirp and whistle out various rhythmic tunes.
Waves of water gently lap on the shore of pastel colored stones.
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There is a solitary moment beneath each stone.
Water streams above collective generational tears.
Gentle melodic voices murmur.
Surrounded by a softly swaying cathedral of trees.
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Flash!
A clap of penetrating sound!
Spider rods of blinding light assemble.
Gone in a instant, blackness devours.
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You funny lil bunny, so full of tricks, sometimes I wonder what makes your mind tick.
Always hopping around, digging at things on the ground.
Jumping into our laps, as you make your rounds on the back edge of the couches, then you jump down to our feet to make your bunny bounces.
You stand up right on your two back feet, sniffing the air for a treat.
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Diving on a one lane highway along the country side, headed for home, we see a glorious vision as we rise up out of a valley.
On the sides of us are low rolling hills of amber, and goldenrod yellows, dappled with burnt umber as they stretch outward toward majestic mountains of slate grey, and forest green.
Ahead of us is a patchy powder blue ski, beneath it a huge steel blue lake, capped with peaks of Ivory white.
Distant islands stand erect of emerald green.
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