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Along the waters run, beneath the trees so tall, amidst the light pour down colors of red, and green and the dark richness of bark almost...

Across the sky, from here to there, To now and forever, Grasp the flavor and feel the day, Again, As you can see further than, You have...

It takes the morning path, As cold and leafless trees try to block. Watching, as it just breaks the horizon, That you can never see in...

All of the suns rays are seemed to be there, each fused with another, bringing the essence of day, pouring at its colors of gold, and...

Kiss Me Quick The sun is rising, kiss me quick, We have to keep it quiet We cannot make it seem to public The birds and the bugs, And...

Watching the day spill-a-way from behind, winds calmed the first time since morning, the leaves all fallen away, the night sky about to...

Looking back on all of the square bales of hay that had been tossed up, popped up, chains a rattling each one, no one behind the wheel,...

Please God, as long as you can see forward, as far back as your vision carries, when you brought the creatures to the sea, when the...

Some days we can feel less than we have before, The feelings turn bland, the taste of food is like nothing , A day is a day, is a week,...

Find the lead once again, Make it the best run you’ve had, Watch the smoke roll up from beneath Feel the heart beating faster, faster....

The beauty of a morning cannot be compared to any other, as that of a Christmas Day. When Christ was born in Bethlehem; with everything...

The grass is brown in waves, The tree shows no leaf or stem, The house is pale and paintless, Beneath it all are curled leaves So tiny,...

Across the gate, filled with crosses on the top, lie the plains so far and wide. The earth and its curve can be seen, and the wind swept...

Will you please look, upon that house, that one time was my home? The girls would play on the south side, underneath that tree that...

Look for winter settling in to the steel, wood, and grass of the farm; as it curls around the gate to the land, where the cattle stand...

Time. It is wrapped in green. The green in the yard and field outside, that lifts the earth above us. The stories of life are thrown at...

The spindly tree is bare, no leaves, and tangled inside of itself, small little branches, off of larger pointed limbs, tall and trying to...

Let me park down under the tree, where the shadow will fall across the heated steel, and give me a good cool place to think. Just pop...

The cotton bolls are full again, meaning they need to be picked, today, tomorrow, forever. Curl these eight year old fingers down, to...

When you walk the street, the buildings wrap around you, and capture the wind blowing and it maneuvers its way around your neck, in the...