Lois Cook Poems

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1.
Field

As the old man plowed in the noon day sun,
dust devils billowed toward the sky.
And sweat ran down his sun burned face,
replacing tears, he would not cry.
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2.
Moment

Why Hurry through the hours of day,
So you can sleep to wake again.
Then rush the hours of light away,
So you can rest as days light ends.
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