Liilia Talts Morrison Poems

Once there lived a burro
he was not very tall
his fur was gray in color
he lived in a small stall
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Secrets are a part of life
Old and new returning
Some dug up in time of strife
Some destroyed by burning
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There stands an old adobe mission
between two hills of ancient mold
the bell is weathered by harsh seasons
of searing heat and piercing cold
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Like ripples on the water
My thoughts so gently cast
Soft glimpses to the future
And houses of the past
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I wandered into a cafe
The kind with slim baguettes
Their coffee served with creamer cup
Inside a stoneware mug
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The old folks retired, this kitchen their dream place
Bright cupboards so pretty and painted with care
In colors persimmon and palest of yellow
With wide open windows to Florida's air
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The forest now is black as night
No distant farmhouse glows
She's taken off her shoes and hose
As mosses hug her toes
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These days not many can recall
A journey strewn with palms
Accompanied by shouts of joy
Hosannas, timbrels, psalms
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Long, long ago and bye and bye
Grandma would bake blueberry pie
The children waited for a slice
With hungry eyes like little mice
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Through ages they have entertained
Crowds begging for a hearty laugh
To act as nimble fools ordained
Whom men of wheat considered chaff
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