Inwalked Bud
Wife, mother, grandmother...live on a farm in the Ozarks... love poetry, music, sewing, gardening, homesteading, farm critters, life
I feel so lost to this world
There's no joy left in me
I have spent my whole life
Desperately searching
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When people learn to let go of ego
Then there is nothing left..
Nothing left to be cursed
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My beauty seems no longer there
My youth doth fade away
But now my beauty shines within
And grows each passing day
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Reaching out a helping hand
Is an easy thing to do
When giving help to those in need
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The moon
How it beckons
In the stillness of the night
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7/28/2021 11:52:19 AM # 1.0.0.666
A gratitude to Sandra Ozark Mountain Homegrown A poetess of Ozark region her name SANDRA, poet/poetess his/her art conceptualisation is an inborn quality it is not acquired as we generally say acquired what we see around us society is the contrast of the mind other wise it is in borne So the case with Sandra She writes with heart with the tinge of life she is the future of this PH God Bless You Sandra