Paul Reed Poems

The sun-scorched stone has stored the years
Baked-in memories, mildew-defying
Lying so serenely on borders of fields
Defining the setting out of lands;
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We plant our feet and leave only shadows
Our passage through life a mirage
Our feelings hidden safely away
Our expressions a camouflage;
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When the fresh morning air
Blew over the south bay
When the crystal bright sunlight
Beckoned the start of the day
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We laughed as one, long and loud
Against the sombreness of the day
Dancing in the freshness all around on the hilltop,
But the rushing of the air warned us
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The afternoon slumbers slowly on
Chill winds abated and rainfall held
On high, black and grey billows are seen;
Not yet autumn nor the end of summer
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The eager hand released it's grasp
Abandoned the smooth grey stone
Leaving it to fate unspoken;
It seemed to hang in the air
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And to the tenseness I have put my mind
So strained the conscious thought
That I have forgotten all I have ever learned
From whence all this was brought;
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We are all sitting tonight
In our own little homes
All across the world
In every city and town and village
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We talk in hyperbabble
Out of our human face
We can land a space probe
On a comet out in space;
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You prey on those you perceive as weak
Not for you the courageous streak
You re-invent yourself in different guise
And invade the spirit that you despise;
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