Quinn Graw Poems

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Trails Of Time

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.

The Train Ride

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

Walking Poem

The wind is cold
traffic drives by on the highway
one wanders on the trail
softly stepping on old and new grass

Outdoor Time

Walk down the trail
the seeder and the tractor
starting to move without fail.
Half an hour

No Poetry

The sun is shining above
on a cool, windy Saturday morning
after the Friday night rain
made the garden a muddy rut.

Ode To A Chicken Meal

Don't give a licken
to your chicken
unless you are in the kitchen.
White or dark meat

Under The Painting Tree

I paint verse with my pen-brush
here there is no rush
to create my world of words.
But on the weathered work table


If the eyes deceive
then the brain blindly receives
what the ears are itching to hear
as the soul begins to believe

Space Race Part Two Acrostic Poem

Space X now launched into orbit
Pluto still banished from the planetary club
Astronomy is God's c osmic finger painting

Little Grey Cells

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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