Shawn L. Bird

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poem-used to be January 5, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:11 am
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There they used to climb the hill

to escape their parents, and that was

a place of firsts.

First kisses.

First cigarettes.

First adventures.

If only all our hills were so full

of glorious promise.

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Had a visit to the local museum with a class.  We learned all sorts of tidbits! 

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poem-sun dreams August 20, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:51 pm
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Out the smallest window

verdant velvet valleys glisten green,

fold under blue grey hills

beneath a sky without a touch of cloud.

Today dew settles on leaves and reflects

the illumination of heaven.

 

 
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