ERNEST CLARY Poems

As he pondered on pollution
I could see his fear
looking for solution
expressed with a tear
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Though your heart is broken into tiny little shards
pick them up and go
like a thousand armed guards
without them
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King Tuts Tomb
in the valley of kings
his deaths womb
among his things
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As time goes by like it does
I want to cry for what once was
I look back at the places my folks have been
I see their faces in the wind
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As I stand on this gallow, a wreck
trembling with a rope around my neck
looking at people looking at me upon this wooden deck
knowing they will pull the pin and send me to my death
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One morning I seen a flower facing east
looking at the sun
it followed the sun to say the least
looking west when the day was done
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The snow keeps coming down
ever now and then
the plows come around
and scoops it again
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The stone was weathered
I couldnt read the name
still people gathered
just the same
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As we graze upon reality
is there something we dont see
while I sit and take a glance
I wonder if its all by chance
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In our wagon
cutting through the trail
not much food to be braggin
nor water in our pail
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