Dennis Lange Poems

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1.
The Melody Of The Wind

The wind may roar; the wind may shriek,
In passing trees - a rustle.
But 'tis the sweetest sound I seek,
Wind flexing music's muscle.
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2.
To Make A Man

We better our beginnings or we fail.
Though lads are lads within womb's earliest,
Takes more to make a man than being male.
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3.
The Color Of The Harvest

Blue is the sky since summer's dry,
And seared and gold the field.
Green is the tractor rumbling through
To reap it of its yield.
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4.
Alliteration

The sounds repeated please the soul -
We love the falling rain
That softly pitters on the porch
And patters on the pane.
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5.
I've Had My Share

I've had my share of trouble - death and woe
(Perhaps it never came like blizzard's snow) ,
But I would wake at times to find ground white:
A blanket, even drifts, fell in the night.
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6.
Last Freeze

The long, gray winter's cold we bear
With caps and coats our daily wear;
In patience, face the wailing wind
And waves of snow that never end -
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7.
A Penny For Your Thoughts

As I was walking, deep in thought,
I saw a penny on the ground.
I stooped to pick the copper up;
Erect, the thought could not be found.
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8.
Grow Little Love

Grow, little love, from a match that's lit;
Leap upward, love, or grow bit by bit.
Flame like the logs in a fireplace roar,
Or steady burn like a coal's hot core.
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9.
A Lost Love

How could she love me like the wind -
So touch my face, and make it bend
To her, and then soon disappear
On backs of white-tailed leaping deer?
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10.
Front Page Of The Purple Sage

Three days ago, the falling rain
Gave life to limb and root.
And now the sage bursts forth in song,
Enriched by liquid loot.
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