Jim Yerman Poems

Is there an artist inside each of us? Of this I have no doubt.
It's just a matter of reaching down… and pulling that artist out….

"Mom…I have something to show you! " Christi said.
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"What do you want to be when you grow up? " Her parents asked…
"A bird! " she said with glee.
"I want to glide across the sky
I want to play up in the trees."
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Is there anything more beautiful
than a smile
that rises out of tears…
or more gratifying
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They grew up dancing at a time when people danced arm in arm
when dancing had a mystique
when people held hands, twirled together
and loved dancing cheek to cheek.
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When our heart is filled with sorrow we find it hard to comprehend
why this happened in our life…why to our family or friends?

Yet it's preposterous to think in a world where every living thing must die
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There is a bird in the morning when the sky is painted black
Who every other bird I'm sure, must think a maniac...

While all her friends are sleeping...heads nestled neath their wings
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Heroes have always been among us…
quietly doing what they've always done before
Yes, heroes have always been among us
but in a crisis…we acknowledge them more.
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They walk a different path each morning
as a new day's begins to glow..
They fill a picnic basket and they drive
It doesn't matter where they go.
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PATHS THAT CROSS

After crossing paths with a parent of two of my former students
it instantly occurred to me…
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We watched the sun rise on the west coast of Florida
over a landscape vast and wide
Then we drove 200 miles across the state
to watch it set on the other side.
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