Smoky Hoss Poems

Ducks flyin'
backwards
over the pond,
Granny's been drinkin'
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Come,
a train
or come the main
ride the rails
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I jump, up
into the air.
I do it again
only higher this time,
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Everyone's has dreams, of
where to go, who to be;
I too wonder,
when I dream,
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The sweet smell of rain
Decends like a falling dove,
Leaning into it I feel
A soulful plea...
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Glassy eyed stars
Those buzzards of the bar,
Glory seeking creatures
Living beyond the bizarre-
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- The poets dance 'round
the flower of words they've found
while the jesters joke
with the common folk,
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On the first blade of grass
Rests a frosty little lass,
A delicate cold beauty
Bound by one last winter duty;
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Where do days reside?
Those faded ones
Whose light has died;
The ones of praise...and of regret
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The ocean swallows the sun
The world once more spun,
While the night, drinks up the last light
Leaving the day done-
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