Peter S. Quinn Poems

There is so much to say
With complicated reasons
And the varieties of way
In new and yearly seasons
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I think I am getting old
and dreams just go away
I can not to them hold
to reality of each day
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Rise Rise, new day in brightness and in giving,
Awake, awake, let not the dawn be shy.
In golden light, the world anew is living,
Beneath the vast, the ever-changing sky.
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There's outside a winter's song
With frore and grayish earth,
We had the summer for so long
For what each day was worth;
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Winter into spring
Doesn’t mean a thing
If it don't got that swing
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Spring spring dance
Away from all loneliness
Come here in your trance
And give of its caress
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Every day every moment
Our love I shall carry on,
As in the past when you were here
But those times are now done and gone;
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Summer summer come here
Let your songs sing
Tinctures are everywhere
Bouquets of early spring
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