Day: March 15, 2025

To Be Forever Spring

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If a painter I to be,
filling life with discovery,
penning sonnets with oceans green,
there to paint an endless sea.

Or if an explorer I am to be,
quills soaring high and free,
dancing in fields of clover green,
there to ponder what yet to foresee.

Perhaps a poet I to be,
painting rainbows in hues of glee,
paper mountains yet printing green,
there stars aglow gaze back at me.

But a simple man confused I be,
feeling love am I as you can see,
gazing endlessly into eyes of green,
there my heart knows for her I be.

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Distractable

I woke before the sun.
To have my morning fun.
But I couldn’t see my pad.
And my memory’s really bad.
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I waited for the light.
To free me from the night.
But my pencil disappeared.
And my memory is as feared.
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I found a piece of chalk.
But then I saw a hawk.
I forgot the task at hand.
I’m sure it would be grand.
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I took a step outside.
The hawk flew off to hide.
A squirrel then ran past.
Man, are those guys fast!
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The chalk now is dust.
My morning’s now a bust.
The sun’s now getting high.
And I now wonder why.

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