Gordon Smith Poems

A poem I need to write,
Though I have none in sight.
I think and I ponder,
Even way up yonder.
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Well, time will surly tell, when this rough sea swell

which rises up to heaven, and sinks down to hell,
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Over in the valley where the river carves it's way,
Is a small rustic cabin, with chimney smoke billowing away.
The air is crisp and clear,
With a mind full of sounds to hear.
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When the sun shines as it is today
Words are lost to say
How much I long to be
Somewhere along the sea
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Sunshine, rainbows are what we seek,
Mud puddles, grey skies, are what we find.
Sometimes life is so bleak
Unfair and so unkind
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As I gaze into the night sky,
I see your face, your sweet smile.
When the wind gently blows around me.
I feel your loving arms holding me.
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Lost In My Winter
Outside my world there is some fog and grey skies.
The air is chilly and cold with frost outlining the trees.
Chimney smoke unfurls and gently flows into the fog
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