Warren E. McDaniel Poems

How dare I take my pen in hand and think of beauty I'll create.
Place it then within a frame, stand back in awe and say, tis great.
Then hang it in a gall-er-y, on a wall for all to see.
As people come from miles around, to stand in awe of me.
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It was so cold it was bitter, to quit hurt my pride.
If I'd stayed any longer, I surely would have died.
So it's out of the bush and down out of the cold.
I'll wait till next summer, to search for the gold.
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