Linda Winchell Poems

I use to sharpen the teacher's pencils
I erased the chalk from our classroom boards.
I always waited for you out at recess
by the swing sets or under a sliding board.
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Angel feathers found in your bed,
Their protecting you from overhead.

They dropp their feathers throughout the night,
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While sitting on my back deck,
Some little friends dropped by.

Was my little Rooster Doodle Boy and Kitty Smoke,
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Everythings affected, affected in everyway.
A Nation filled with, 'Got to Have Folks',
Now, WE all have too pay!
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We create the textures of our soul,
from the young all the way to our old.

Some soft as downing,
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What drew me to your poem my boy?
that salted my now old open wound.
Why did you have to be there then?
in this Pome Hunters poetry room?
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Cost effective … all re-directed
Progress again now on the move.
Money handled…all re-channeled
Everyone’s in their groove.
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I found an old country Cowboy Valentine
that was made so very long ago.
It was signed at the bottom in crayon
by a young boy who's name was, Buffalo Joe.
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Don't bring me some expensive flowers or cards
because a date on the calendar tells you so.
And you don't have to buy me chocolates
It's the little things, that touch my heart much more.
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I was going to cut some flowers,
But you never showed.

I was thinking of shorter hair,
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