michael Guillory Poems

The air is sweet and the grass is green. Children romp and play about in fields freshly cut. Birds sing their sweet songs that float through the air like clouds in the air. The sounds of people laughing and having a wonderful time. A time to do things you want to do or go places you want to go. But the months pass by and in comes fall. The trees shed their leaves. The grass withers and dies. All is still it may appear, in comes winter which is harsh. The ground is frozen and no life appears, it seems that it will never end. Al things come back to life again. Trees regain their green garb and birds sing a song of joy.
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What's in life you ask? You seem to say you do not know what life is? Well my friend, here's what life is! It's a place to grow and learn. A place to share you talents. Things to do what may ever interest you. Friends to meet and people to love, that's what life is about. Also too there is some pain and sorrow. But mostly my friend, life is here to be enjoyed. So make the most out of life and be who you want to be and set high goals. For God created life for you because he loved you so.
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Friendship is a thing which is a joy to people who share it. It is a link between two people which gathers them together. They come together to share their feelings and love. Both go hand in hand. Friendship is a strong element which can stand the test of time. But in order to share this gift of friendship so true, both members of this pact so dear, must be true. Friendship is a gift greater than gold. Happy are those who have friendship so.
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Love is a tings which like a jewel shines brillantly in the light. It is a bond between two people so strong it can not be describe. Love can not be taken for granted however, because both people must be true. If one person is untrue then love shatters like a glass hit by a rock. But if both people are truthful then love will shine and be strong. God sent us this special gift so yo would be with someone and not be lonely.
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We stand way up above on this mountain so high. Below as far as one can see are fields of lush green grass. On the other side is a waterfall so beautiful it can not be described. On a rainy day, the mountain is beset by storms, but once the weather clears, the mountain shines.
Through winter when snow overs the ground, to spring when flowers paint the mountainside, the mountain stands tall and proud.
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Oh where does the sun set? Where is the end of the rainbow? And where too is the end of the sky? It matters not where the sky ends, maybe in some distant land or time.
What can the end of the sky hold? To some the sky is place where dreams come true. The end of the sky could end is some land far away from here. The sky can be compared to emeralds so radiant a beauty to all. We come here all searching but we need not search. For the sky never ends, it goes on through our minds.
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Oh where does the sun set? Where is the end of the rainbow? And where of all things is a magic land? It matters not to me to what land or world I go.
Just take me to a place of glory and fame. where I will find adventures of all sorts. To have this pleasure which I covet so would be more than gold. Oh but where does or an opening to a distant world lay?
Will it be tomorrow, a week, or years and years till I find you? No you say, then tell me where do I go? You tell me just dream and all will come to me. Oh how meaningless have I searched when it was all in my head.
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