JAMES T. ADAIR Poems

In the old church the bell does toll
and marks each passing hour
I never noticed it until that day
my little Calla sat with me like a precious flower
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The scent sliced apple
brings me back to your kitchen
fresh rolled white dough
draped over your pie pans
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Meet me in the comfort of friendship
Meet me with your most simple hopes
So that I may not disappoint you
Share with me your vision of love
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Climbers search for the missing poet
So youthful, talented and full of life
Last seen exploring a volcano's slippery slope
Compelled by it's natural beauty, capriciousness and it's hope
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In church the sun so brightly shown

Reminding me I am always here alone
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You're such a sensitive person
Who I value so much it's true
I have to be more careful
and edit my thoughts
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A trooper was shot the other day
Though he had no goal to be a hero
Shot by a man who was a zero
While trying to save a young boy's life
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For years on the desert of lonliness I wander
Except for the care of my beautiful friends
Heart full of love I squander
For years on the desert of lonliness I wander
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So many kind souls I've met
They take their time and speak with me
I love the connections
They make me feel free
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