John L. Sanders Poems

Was January and the year must start.
The Christmas passed had warmed the heart,
But the flowers had gone before the ice and snow
Had set the scene with it's winter glow.
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What is a dream, except a mind on the loose.
You can chase a wild horse, or trap a wild goose.
You can fall from a house or in a gorge of a canyon so deep,
While you're laying in bed at home fast asleep.
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Of all the things that mother baked
There was nothing better than her pies and cakes.
When evening came and shadows fall,
We lit the lamp, then one and all
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