Ozark Mountain Homegrown Poems

Reaching out a helping hand
Is an easy thing to do

When giving help to those in need
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Truth….
Truth has many colors…
The color of white, so bright and so pure
Clean as fresh fallen snow, on a cold winters day…
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The pale moon shines so soft and low
Casting shadows through my weary heart
This suffering, you can not know
This pain I feel when we're apart
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Once upon a time.... a long time ago.....I knew a man...
A beautiful man…
A tall, dark and handsome man, who was incredibly charming….
It's been said, that he could charm the fish right out of the water…..
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When morning dawns
And darkness ends
All fresh and new
Each day begins
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Throughout all time to come
My love for you will linger
Like dewdrops on the petal
In the early morning light
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My beauty seems no longer there
My youth doth fade away
But now my beauty shines within
And grows each passing day
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My love transcends this earthly plane
Not only is it the source of my being
But it is the essence of my very souI
My love is infinite
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As he lay dying
In his hospital bed
We knelt beside, crying
Many things, never said....
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The moon
How it beckons
In the stillness of the night
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