Mary Naylor Poems

Wait! Before you flutter by, Butterfly,
Will you sign this petition? Please reply!
What petition is that, Green Bottle Fly?
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Dying Winter dressed in a robe of frost,
Sheltered Baby Spring as icy winds tossed.
Baby Spring wept warm tears to see him die.
'Hush, child, each has his time to go, ' he sighed.
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Curly green tassel, wide toothless grin,
He's filled with fun, right up to the brim.
Hey, Mr. Pumpkin Man, shining so bright,
Where are you going this Halloween night?
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“The sky is blue, but life is cruel, ”
Said Tom, once a jolly salt.

Tell us your tale, as we sail!
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Few have heard the distant
ecstatic melody:

The slaves heard it
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If I could capture the wondrous sight of an angel of light,
or the mystery of the pines. The breathless kiss of the
wind on my lips or the gentle joy of the rain,
then would I capture you, my love,
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Since we met,
Since we talked,
Since we ate at that
Fancy restaurant.
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I rode on the back of an eagle.
The wind was a screeching witch.
His feathers were my shelter, my refuge.
We hurtled through black vastness,
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Let me tell you the story
Of a man named, Fool.
He thought he had free speech,
and that his pen was his tool.
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Music and mirrors, and horses dancing,
Shouts and laughter, and unicorns prancing,
Mingled with the chant of the carney calling,
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