Quinn Graw

Walking down the wagon trails
sure thing you aren't reading braille.
Finding the path of the country roads
old stomping grounds have grown cold.
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When you are riding on the pine
the train blurs the scenery outside.
Inside the car the essence of time stands still
the wheels on the track and the clock
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The wind is cold
traffic drives by on the highway
one wanders on the trail
softly stepping on old and new grass
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Walk down the trail
the seeder and the tractor
starting to move without fail.
Half an hour
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The sun is shining above
on a cool, windy Saturday morning
after the Friday night rain
made the garden a muddy rut.
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Don't give a licken
to your chicken
unless you are in the kitchen.
White or dark meat
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I paint verse with my pen-brush
here there is no rush
to create my world of words.
But on the weathered work table
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If the eyes deceive
then the brain blindly receives
what the ears are itching to hear
as the soul begins to believe
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Space X now launched into orbit
Pluto still banished from the planetary club
Astronomy is God's c osmic finger painting
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As we exercise the body
how often are our mind exercises shoddy?
Those little grey brain cells
where our existence dwells
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Mid-evening sunshine
beaming down on the side of my face
a calm but slight wind
on this near perfect Father's Day Sunday.
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Instructions to die
after you spent the life force
hopefully without a divorce.
Take risks, stick your neck out
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On a private Monday afternoon
the tall grass waving to the last
under the calm, gentle wind beast
the Sun teasing behind clouds
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South words
popped into my mind
random words
living as a flat lander
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Lightning, thunder and the rain
throughout the night sky terrain.
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Let the artists have their say
a baton, a paintbrush or paper and pen
different medium to create the hidden story
expanding our creativity
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Oct.8th,2020

On a cold drab October afternoon
the grey sky beckons rain
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Oct.21st,2020

Expiry date unknown
date of creation known.
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Even a park can be a prison
if beholden to the warden.
The hidden prison
like the village
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As the season of Yuletide commences
let the lessons of quietude grow.
Christ's birthday glows
under the star at Bethlehem
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