Kathleen Johnson-Breakfield Poems

I watch a squirrel outside in a tree,
he seems so alive and free,
hopping from one tree to the next one,
I watch and think what fun. Down the trunk to the ground,
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Close your eyes, what do you see,
clouds of soft fluffy white,
the closer the clouds come,
it appears that you are in flight,
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War means destruction and death,
the world turned upside down in a mess,
operation Desert Shield has become
Desert Storm,
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