Dorothy Irene Hillyer Poems

Air borne, how calm and quiet
My thoughts drifting like a gentle blown kite Crazy quilt terrain below, memories of friends
Clouds seem like a snow as winter ends The tilt of wing tips brush the horizon
Then darkness in a full moon and mist den
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With a far away thoughtful glance,
I see before me a carpet of fine greenery.
I ponder and gaze in the quiet sunlight,
and see a mural of splendid finery.
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Oh my charming conscious of serenity,
a fortune without him surely a pity.
The grace and silence of my feline friend
captures a heart and sadness is a-mend.
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