Phil Anderson

Phil Anderson Poems

Only I know, like the rivers that flow
Through the valleys and down to the sea.

From the deserts so dry, and mountains so high
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I do now see, you cannot hear
Or speak, not able to say, it is okay,
There is no fear, I will help
As best I can, find a way
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Parkway Manor, grand brick display,
Once filled with life, now disarray,
Within its walls, stories untold,
A rich history, never to unfold.
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In frozen wastelands, steep and cold
The mountaineers climb high and bold,
Rock and ice, treacherous foes
Deadly dangers that so few know.
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Phil Anderson Biography

Oregon based writer and poet. I have a book of poems on Amazon, which can be purchased here: https: //www.amazon.com/dp/B0C1N67K3N)

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My Oregon

Only I know, like the rivers that flow
Through the valleys and down to the sea.

From the deserts so dry, and mountains so high
The only person here, is me.

Dreamt by so many, and viewed by so few
A beauty so rarely seen.

Between heaven and earth is this land,
And this land here, is me.

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