Melissa Wagner Poems

Shivering in the cold,
walking briskly,
holding the cup of hot chocolate with both hands.
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Symbols of Freedom.
Engraved stories will
never be erased.
Stories of History.
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The Journey traveled without shortcuts,
is a journey worth taking.
For there are no shortcuts,
to any place worth going.
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A simple cross,
the symbol of our boss.
Just a plain, old tree,
is all many see.
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The rush of water flowing,
pouring over cliffs.

The pounding roar,
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Memories. That's all I have.
Those precious moments, fleeting by.
Treasured forever, kept safe in my heart.
Times up at the cabin, before Grandpa got sick.
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Hope is a flower.
It may bloom in springtime,
and all through summer.
But eventually it will die,
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How can the sky be so blue
and the grass be so green?
how can it be,
that I sit here today
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The way the words rhyme,
more beautiful than bells' chime.

Each writing a work of art,
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If my soul could speak,
what would it speak of?

Would it speak of my past,
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