ram on the mountain
the hills still echo with your
massive battle horns
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the spring
pours forth its song
gushes forth into a
waterfall - its secret song deep
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TYBURN
A six line poem consisting of 2,2,2,2,9,9 syllables.
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Verses of gold
truly wondrous bard
her way with words
singing like a blue bird
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Ben Franklin
flying his kite
key exposed
electrifying
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welcomes spring
opening his book of fields
furrowing the pages
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DO YOU SEE WHAT I SEE?
I do not see me whole.
We are two and must be one.
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As my dog was passing
in front of the mirror
I saw my god on all four legs.
There passed before my eyes
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cleaning up
after the ice storm
counting
rings in the tree
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cold winter morning
manure pile
freshly brewing
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