Roberta Blair Bird Poems

Our grandfather going to the races,
A long, long day at the fair,
To watch the harness racing,
From the grandstand in the open air.
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A jeweled, sparkling city,
Setting high in the hills
Overlooking this circular bay,
By day
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Sounds of children in the distance,
Sounds of children in the past,
Laughing, and playing together,
A mother's heart was cast,
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