Ronald Chapman Poems

Is the moon embarrassed?
Why has she turned red?

Could it be,
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I am a giraffe,
With patches of color as a fur quilt,
I browse on twigs of trees,
I eat my fill of foliage daily,
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I am afraid of getting sick.
I am afraid of having to stay inside all the time in my bed.
I am afraid that I will lose all my friends.
I am afraid that my friends will be scared of me because I am sick.
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Beautiful as faith!
Beautiful as hope!
Beautiful as your parents helping God bring an Angel into this world.
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Here comes summer.
Here comes summer.
Hot weather brown grass.
Here comes summer.
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I came across a goat,
On the way to school,
His mouth was very big,
And his tail was very short,
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Spring rainbows,
Floating above a canopy,
Made of white.
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Born far above ground,
Each leaf is a new dream,

Time to go for a ride,
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Believe calmly like a sunny sky,
Wisdom is painting a full moon,
Hope is a new dawn,
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Cannons echoing in the west,
Birds returning to their nests,
Oranges, reds and yellows, painting a watercolor sky.
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