Peter S. Quinn Poems

There are young hawks in the trees,
Those are longing to be free;
We are all born to fly away,
Conquer nests in a new born day.
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On to the blossoms white
Let all our roads begin
Into the new summer light
That comes now clearly in
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Beyond my dreams
is a beautiful melody,
where everything seems
pure simple and free.
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Nothing comes easy
just what is going,
life is so breezy
something new showing.
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Each so beautiful
Dreams that came to be
Never were they dull
Always new and free
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Days they will go
Into their oblivion,
put in your heart aglow
from the times gone.
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Autumn is like a song
With the flowers glowing
Days of past to long
In the times of going
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Flowing dreams
Like the clouds going by
When every distance did seem
Only a beautiful blue sky
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Play me a melody
from the deep night,
where tones are so free
in their dark flight.
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I will be here
In the garden of the sun
With flowers everywhere
And dreams of fun
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