Whitney Nicole Albright* Poems

Daffodils arise from the green, green ground
But not for the spring do they come around
Dogwoods slowly begin to compile
Yet, not for the sun do they bloom wild
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She stands out
Against the weeds
Oh, she spouts
Her dandelion seeds
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Remnants remain of the low-hanging sun
Confident, he thinks he can’t be outdone
Beautifying eternity before he evades
Beaming golden lights before the moon raids
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Breaks the sun and mends it
Makes the river lose its name
Reaches bodies of the world
Robs mountains of their fame
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Mommy, I'm sending you a message
By someone who can understand
I asked God to lay it on her heart
To bring it to your hands
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As a child, I’d go to my grandparent’s house in the sticks
I’d see cats, dogs, ducks, and baby chicks
I would run around the yard so wild
For it was an interesting place to be a child
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On this celestial hill I wait
With hopes that are no less than great
I look to the cotton candy clouds
Which wrap the sun in a misty shroud
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Corn stalks are swaying in summer air
The weeds and tall grass as well
In which it carries my long hair
And gives off a lovely celestial smell
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Yesterday I missed you so bad
That I found myself in your back yard alone
I became so terribly sad
Because I looked for you and forgot you were gone
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I remember helping my grandmother in the fields
We would awake in the early morn
Out in the woods, on top of the hills
We'd plant peas, turnips, squash, and corn
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