Marilyn Shepperson Poems

The sun sinks slowly in the west
This day is nearly over
It's time for this part of the planet
Is almost done
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We drove through the mountains
On a late summers day
I was the passenger, along for the ride
The mountain tops were clear cut
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There was a fly buzzing noisily
As I sat down to dinner
It came and buzzed around my head
Landing on the table
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Fishing boats still tied up
By dripping weed laden ropes
To a barnacle covered jetty
A heron steps grandly among the shallows
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I have a tame seagull
That I have named Fred
Who comes, if nearby, to my call
He'll eat left over chips
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I rescued a moth, I rescued a bee
I even rescued a butterfly
All were quite happy to be released
Once more to the wide outside
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It's when you put your washing out
Under a sparkling blue sky
Then when it is almost dry
You go inside for a nap
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In the days of yore, when the gods
Lived up on Mount Olympus
And interferred with human lives
As if we were their's to control
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I saw many trees in shades of green
And flowers of many colours
I saw birds flying overhead
I saw clouds and buildings
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What must it be like to be a condor
Flying high above the Andes
With a three metre wing span
Or a wild horse galloping free
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