Jessie M. Combs Poems

Smell the rain,
all clean and fresh and new. Coming from the heavens,
wet and clear like dew. Streaks of light in zig-zags,
a crack and roll of thunder. Water streaking down,
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Man thinks he's the leader,
but behind every man you see. Is a woman who supported,
in all he came to be. He rose on the wings of an eagle,
but he forgot the wind beneath. She is the wind beneath his wings,
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The warmth of the-
Morning Sun- Strikes across the sky! Newness of life-
rises from the dead-
little ones nodding their heads. Hear the music all around-
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