Robert Edgar Burns

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

Robert Edgar Burns Poems

321. The Joining 3/9/2012
322. Lucas Frontier 3/9/2012
323. Songs In The Night 3/10/2012
324. Purple Baby Pride 3/10/2012
325. Daddy Taught Me 3/10/2012
326. Sausage And Gravy 3/11/2012
327. Long Legged Long Necked Beauty 2/12/2012
328. Shepherd Boy 2/13/2012
329. Purveyors Of Justice 2/14/2012
330. Mr. Elmer Fudd, Esquiwe 2/15/2012
331. Charlie Sheen's Kitty 2/15/2012
332. Peace Be Still! 2/16/2012
333. Time Traveler's Adventures #12 3/11/2012
334. W 3/11/2012
335. One Good Turn 3/11/2012
336. Bird Man 3/12/2012
337. Two Rivers 3/12/2012
338. Loyalty Smoyalty 3/12/2012
339. See Hear Do 3/16/2012
340. The Typewriter 3/16/2012
341. Caress The Night 3/16/2012
342. Shame 3/17/2012
343. The One Percenters 3/17/2012
344. Eighteen Wheeler Express 3/17/2012
345. Terms 3/17/2012
346. You'Re Me And I'M You 3/17/2012
347. Hope And Change (In Chains) 3/18/2012
348. Have A Ball 3/18/2012
349. Fate 3/20/2012
350. Birds On The Wire 3/20/2012
351. Lonely Tears 3/20/2012
352. Art 3/20/2012
353. Sonrise 3/21/2012
354. As Cute As Me? 3/13/2012
355. Time Traveler's Adventures #13 3/13/2012
356. Progression Of Love 3/14/2012
357. Prejudice 3/14/2012
358. No Matter What 3/14/2012
359. Each Breath Is You 3/14/2012
360. Exalted Me 3/15/2012
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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Eyes Of A Child

The purest form of trust and love
Never will they, deny us hugs.
Joy they bring, to everything,
Craving praise, in all they do,
Harvesting feelings, from me and you!
Little hero’s tug at our heart strings.
Mind’s fully enveloped in fantasies.
They draw us in and tell us how
That we should act

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