Benjamin Campney Poems

May be like a flower
Growing in a field.
Love like a Child's
Tempered and surreal.
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Have you ever been president of your very own parade,
hopping through the street so merry and gay?
Have you lied in the grass as the birds all sing,
maybe stroll through town while the church bells ring?
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Maybe when comes January
we'll see a spot of snow.
Or maybe when it's June
when all the flowers grow.
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Do you see that over there
with ominous gnarly hair
and a devils glare in its eyes?
What a frightening beast to bare
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there is a spot
inside our mind,
for most of us
it's hard to find.
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Do you feel it?
It's all around you
footsteps pounding.
hearts, life.
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