Mary Mc Creath Poems

Have you noticed,

How branches of trees,
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Oh! Africa
Oh! Africa
We weep, we weep.
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I hum from flower to flower
Harvesting nectar happily
Delighting in each delicacy
along my merry way.
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You are gone
My heart is broken
Where can I assured
Solace and repose discover
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To walk down this beautiful road.
To drink in the warm autumn hues.
To press some of the leaves in a book.
To sit under a tree and eat my sandwich.
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crimson sunset
swallows circle in free dance
lawnmower hums
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-is a gift that allows us to do many things.
It fuels our emotions of passion, desire, vision and commitment.
It fuels our actions as we work, play, rest and contemplate.
It is curtailed by worry, stress, conflict and illness.
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I'm an optimist of optimists none stronger you will find.
The things that I can see would never cross another's mind.

I'm never slow then to express the wonders that I see.
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A writer writes a story, begins it with a plot.
Develops genre, characters, gives it lots of thought.

The subject has been chosen, to set the scenes alight.
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