S. Robert Christensen Poems

I shall live where the sea winds talk,
In a house built from flying spray.
In this sunlit peace,
Movements never cease;
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When all about is quiet, still
And raindrops whirl across the hill,
I like to stroll on sparkling paths -
Watch dusty leaves take noisy baths.
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I know a Lilliputian girl
Tucked cozily away;
I climb the stair to muse with her
When dusk has closed the day.
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