Annalee Hopkins Somerville
Annalee Hopkins Somerville Poems
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Across from the mountains,
A little house sits in the tree's,
I'm lost in tranquility,
As my soul tries to breath.
White clouds moving slowly,
The breeze a calm still,
I'm caught in the moment,
As my heart starts to heal.
A piece of me,
In the startling blue sky,
As I spread my wings,
My soul starts to fly.
I fly to unknown places,
Where pain and hurt once dwelled,
As the memories flow pass me,
My eyes start to swell.
Tear drops drip slowly,
Down my cheeks,
The wind wipes them dry,
And gives me some ...
North West Winds
Wind blowing through the trees and me,
Great Spirit looking down to over see,
Great Bear takes flight my paths unfold,
Journey is seen in the truth is shown.
Wind picks up gentle and constant,
Reminding us all too full fill our descant,
Tree’s that sway as the message is given,
In tune with Great Bear as the old is ridden.