Liilia Talts Morrison Poems

He rides among the highways
where dawn has strewn her veils
his mane blends into sunsets
his hooves leave clouds as trails
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Christmas is for children
Time to make a fuss
Christmas is for old and young
And every one of us
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Abundance is a lovely thing
who wouldn't want to have it?
a cellar filled with summer fruit
and fields a sea of heather
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Salty fish in crusted brine
dark brown bread with sour wine
cod and herring pickled long
sauerkraut fermented strong
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We were just little children
In war torn wayside lanes
Yet roses were still blooming
In fields of pink and white
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When young it was so easy
so easy to be me
i ran in dew filled pastures
and climbed on aspen trees
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I sailed the oceans of my mind
so many windswept mornings
I hoisted sails with ropes entwined
salt spray whipped canvas awnings
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The world kept turning round and round
in its predestined grooves
while I in a well-furnished grove
danced to my self styled moves
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Red sky seen at night
is a sailor's delight
red sky in the morning
is surely a warning
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Thank you for the pebbles
that rub against my sandals
the little grains of sand that serve
to season tender foot soles
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