Rhonda Baker Poems

Hanging clothes to dry out on the line
Going back to the past... to a much simpler time
The sun is beating down, warming up the day
Tractors in the field, bailing up hay
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I give a gift of glass, because it is most like you
A thing of Beauty through and through
Like you; it can be filled with wondrous things
All of the treasures this life brings
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TAXI CAB YELLOW, CHARTREUSE AND DARK BLUE

You sit at the bench with your gather and pipe
With all the anticipation of your creations new life
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I sit in the studio on a hot afternoon
Staring out at Putnam, to the sound of the exhaust fan's tune
Three piece's in the annealer, it has been a good day
I'm on my life's path, I can clearly see the way
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As I walk through the woods,
I stopped... listened...and just stood.
The air was blowing softly through the trees.
And around the flower's you could hear the bee's.
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I followed a path through the tree's.
Hoping to lose the world in the forest scented breeze.
Searching for the girl, who I had once left behind.
I had out grown her, and all the play she would find.
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This morning when I awoke, the house was quiet and still
The sun was just rising, the air had a chill
The birds had started singing, there song high and sweet
My soul was truly quiet as I listened to them tweet
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Mother is the thing, I'd always wanted to be.
To have a child of my own, Oh what glee
Then the day came, and to me was born a son
It was only the beginning. The journey's just begun
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May; the shower's have come and gone
Now it's the time for your sweet song
Flower's bloom throughout the day
Baby animals full of play
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For most of my life my father was gone before dawn
And came home in time for dinner to go on
He worked hard to put a roof over our head,
and made sure his family of nine was feed
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