Bud Taylor Poems

Striding through the silvered trees
cherish the soft velvet hum of
Spring dappled bumblebees
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7 lakes and 6 portages did make
all in a day's paddle the up and over we'll take
waiting for us all on Shield's lake your yodel will call
a summer adventure for seekers all
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'The good of the many
outweigth the good of the few'
or the issue of the one
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Not lack a clickety-clack
while the gentle rains in a Northbound train
fall softly on the fields as gentlemen doff their caps
and the sun warm upturned faces the wind at their backs
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New beginnings spent
whittling pencils in English class bent
laying down copy of the 'road not taken'
doodling a tall-treed wood copy making
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Once it were a typewriter fancy
cut copy paste make handy
now it boggles the mind
to keep Greenwich time
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Stilled the man in you
led a dark, cruel place
ware the boys danger
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Hello, hello find you days fair
while we race days exacting
open this cell find my lady still cares
at sunrise holding hands double dare
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Reaching great heights we board
on waxed wings we souls soar
returning to Earth finding solace in rebirth
building castles in heavens fair
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