Maryanne Richards Poems

The sand the seagulls
And the rolling waves
As they crash upon the shore
Quiets the mind.
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He was old and bent
And way past his prime
But those who knew him
Thought he was fine.
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Walking along the river bank
In the breeze, listening
to the wind in the trees,
Singing there song through
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Watching the dark gray skies and waving palms,
The flowers drooping their heads
And sheltering under the heavy laden leaves.
All the while the pond filling
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Memories, they come and go
Here and there to and fro
Some take us back to the good times
And happy we are to go.
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As you pass this way say a quiet hello
Even shake a leaf or two.
We send you our love with the wafting perfume
As we open our face to the sun.
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Children need nurture and care
And love of course always there.
They need freedom to grow,
Not, do as I say for I know.
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What is it that makes me, me
That seems so different from you
I am a body a brain and genetic past
I am ideas and ideals and conditioning that goes deep.
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For a long time
I've been looking for me
With the past as my guide
And fear my companion
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Death is in the birds that fly
And in the morning sunrise
Together life and death abide.
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