Ginny S. Poems

our rose vines are growing, and their clawed, knotted fingers scratch against the dirt.
the trees stand strong and tall like ships in a sea of green grass.

there’s a fly buzzing around here somewhere,
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inspire in yourself what will inspire others
forge a new path and others will follow
have a mind of your own and others will think
humble yourself and you will be proud
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i was digging in wet sand
scoff, scoff, the shovel sighed
until i hit the water
and a small moon rock
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outside my window stands a Tree
his ancient posture incomplete
his green leaves whisper in the breeze
he rents his arms to birds and bees
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harvest moon in the clear black sky

these are the things i love.
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sometimes i feel that music
is all the same
is all connected
is not original
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“by endurance we conquer”
said the man to his haggard crew
“the soul, the heart, and every part
synchronized will pull us through.”
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if jesus calls me second-best
if i was made from man
if i must keep my sermons silent
i suppose i was made what i am
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little red robin outside the glass
catching all the rain on a dreary day
i knew nothing of his past
but i felt familiar with him anyway
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close your mouth
keep your ears open
sing silent words
tell me how you really feel
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