Luther Seahand Poems

At last, a welcomed light Autumn breeze, 

Whistling passed steepled roofs, 

Gently lifting branches of the bowing sycamore trees

Lining dull gray sidewalks still toasty warm

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A Scottsman's daughter named Nelly

Drew pictures of mice on her belly

That night in a dream

She squeaked out a scream

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This glorious time of year
grace is in bloom, divine
supple spindles gleam
by golden beam
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Clouds are weeping at my door
Puddles tearfully trickle in
Moonlight falls, whisper thin
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A Sunflower

Every hour

Smiles brightly on the world
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The finest day of spring
Petals dance on sudden gales
Counting everyone
Before the sinking sun
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When a horse is on his knee

Don't shoot him till he stands

One so proud, a final plea

Is his to stay your hands
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夜の雨
流れーつに
春遠し
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Gray is the season that withers
Blossoms dulled by satin frost
How they sadly fall
Cruel chill, it breaks them all
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