Walterrean Salley Poems

The gentle rain visits,
Softly pouring down,
Clearing the air
Of the pollen around.
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We go to school
So we can know.
We learn to drive
So we can go.
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Folks greeting those they meet.
Children playing in the street.
People working hand in hand
For the better of the land.
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My dad was a working man
With never— ever—an idle hand.
And far from perfect as could be,
He believed in his family.
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It often whistles
And sings a song
With eerie sounds
As it goes along
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Trains rumbling
Through the night
Making all
Commerce bright.
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It appears to be late evening
As the gulls soar above.

An ocean of blue
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