Robert Edgar Burns

Rookie - 1 Points (02/14/1953 / Dunedin, Florida)

Robert Edgar Burns Poems

481. A Sniper's Life Nightmare! 11/15/2011
482. Rogues In Good Company 11/12/2011
483. The Slow Dance 11/17/2011
484. The Moon's Eclipse 11/19/2011
485. Thirteen Arrest Warrants! 11/23/2011
486. My Pillow 11/30/2011
487. Hypocrites 12/12/2011
488. Cast A Giant Shadow 12/14/2011
489. Nature 12/18/2011
490. Trekken To The Gym! 12/16/2011
491. Green Ringtail Possum 1/9/2012
492. Imagine Heaven 2/8/2012
493. Live, Love, Laugh, Craft! 1/28/2012
494. Playing Guitar With David 1/14/2012
495. One Last Kiss 1/13/2012
496. Tender Is The Night 1/24/2012
497. Sharpening Iron 3/1/2012
498. Labels 3/21/2012
499. Solitary Man 3/16/2012
500. Live Each Day 3/28/2012
501. The Wedding Ring 2/12/2012
502. A Raging Fire! 1/20/2012
503. Designated Driver 1/4/2012
504. Natural Beauty 12/15/2011
505. Political Correctness 12/19/2011
506. The Purple Dinosaur 12/20/2011
507. Super-Dooper-Pooper-Scooper! 12/30/2011
508. Unique Love 12/8/2011
509. I'M Not Tony Dungy! 11/28/2011
510. The Market! 11/28/2011
511. Days Of Yore 11/17/2011
512. Three Legged Dog 11/18/2011
513. Unmatchable Beauty 11/19/2011
514. Baby Sister! 12/10/2011
515. Just Being You 3/1/2012
516. April Tunes 4/16/2012
517. Broken Toys 3/30/2012
518. Can I Be Your Prince Charming? 2/16/2012
519. Ode To The Welfare State! 12/13/2011
520. Wolverines 11/28/2011

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Best Poem of Robert Edgar Burns

The Meadow

In the meadow of the valley,
Where wild flowers are roaming free.
There are multitudes of colors
And their backdropp forest greens.

There I sit and watch reflections
Of the clouds above the lake.
And the creatures drinking from it,
A deer, a swan, a snake.

To accentuate this beauty,
Are the mountains far away.
That rise above the woodlands,
“Look up” they seem to say.

While climbing one great mountain,
I see the meadow that’s below.
Looking even now more lovely,
Than when I was below.

So when you’re in a valley,
Looking ...

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A Withered Life

The seasons of Life as told
from the point of view of a tree.

Once I stood so tall and true,
Life pulsing through winds and dew.
Lightning scars would drain my sap,
But I stood firm within my gap.

Many creatures scaled my bark.

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