41. Come To The Beach
Come to the beach
Where the ocean is blue
And the little smooth waves
come running at you
Come to the beach
Where the ocean is blue
And the little smooth waves
come running at you
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Emerges above the land into their peak.
It is the sky they constantly seek.
From the far distance, we won't notice their height.
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I'm a stunning display of black and white,
Contrasting stripes to captivate sight.
My mane stands up straight and proud.
The clouds above are gray and dark.
With sound of thunder, lighten spark.
Rain that falls to earthly ground.
One of four siblings,
the youngest of course.
Or am I the oldest?
Not really sure.
A robin and a crow were perched upon a fence,
an unlikely combination, but they seemed to be good friends.
Standing in the mid-day sun each on a separate picket,
basking in its rays while staring at a cricket.
You hear voices of nature in a rooster's call
As if saying, "Hey, wake up all."
You hear voices of nature in buzzing of bees
Hey, little stick bug
Clinging to a stem.
Where did you come from?
How did you land?
The wind, it moves in wondrous ways.
Through the tree branches it blows and it sways.
It takes all the leaves and flies them so high.
Then briefly it lets go and they fall from the sky.
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In Winter I get up at night
And dress by yellow candle light.
In Summer, quite the other way,
I have to go to bed by day.
Across the night sky, way up high,
Burning like an oven but as small as a fly,
Mercury steals Apollo's light,
But only when it is at night.
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Birds all the sunny day
Flutter and quarrel
Here in the arbour-like
Tent of the laurel.
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The tree outside stands straight and tall
And never can lie down at all;
For if it once should take a rest,
I fear for each small swinging nest;
Bees nudged the flowers
Babies peeped out of the nest
One fine crisp morning.
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maggie and milly and molly and may
went down to the beach(to play one day)
and maggie discovered a shell that sang
I walk around the streets at night.
I look around and see the light,
The light that gives me hope
To find my way back home.
Borrowed scarf, stolen carrot and mittens,
frostbitten fingers determined to finish,
eyes were a button and a bottle cap squished in.
Mothers called but no one listened -
Creepy crawly in the night,
yes, the night - a bug's delight!
Whether quick or slow across the floor,
-please go away, do stay no more!
Sitting outside
Under a tree
Mud pies and water
Making memories