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Are We Alike?
Lynda
Yukkaflats
| I don't like peas and carrots,
but maybe you do
I don't believe some things I see But maybe you think their true I love a slow walk as the day
begins
You may like the color black
You may like loud music
You may simply hate the rain
You may like to watch T.V.
So although we're different
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Ladystang Ladystang's Cajun Ranch Betty's 3Bs: Border, Buttons & Bars Ain't Bee's Whimsy Holidays I awoke
to the sweet smell of bluebonnets
I was aching
to get away
There were
Indian paintbrushes
Indian blankets,
showy pink primroses too
Spring,
the season of rebirth
Betty Schaub 2000 |
Thinking of Youth
Kathalise Martin
| Sunlight filtering through oak
trees large enough to hold you,
yet built to enfold you. Sweltering heat rising from the bubbling blacktop; popping like pop corn in a vat of oil. Tender feet hopping on one leg to get to the other side. Sweet breezes blowing through the tall pines along the dusty road that leads to home. Tadpoles swimming in the water left from the morning rain; cooling your dusty feet and making them whole again. A cattle guard to skip across, a flattened rock picked up to toss. A rope swing stirring in the noon day sun; waiting for children, waiting for fun. An old collie dog born with no tail, slowly making his way up the trail. A whippoorwill's call in the evening air, daddy coming home; we'll all be there. Supper time comes around a table of grace nothing fancy, no trim or lace. Heads bent, folded hands, praying for rain from the promised land. Crickets chirp, fire flies fly, kiss good night, feather beds to lie. Another day as the one before; aging wishing for just one more. 2/23/2000 Original do not copy without express permission.
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Kathalise Martin
1. THE SMELL OF A NEW BORN BABY 2. THE SMELL OF FRESH CUT GRASS 3. THE SMELL OF RAIN IN THE AIR 4. THE SMELL OF BREAD BAKING 5. THE SMELL OF THE FIRST VIOLETS OF SPRING 6. THE SMELL OF A CLEAN SHIRT 7. THE SMELL OF A NEW CAR 8. THE SMELL OF A SMALL CHILDS NECK. 9. THE SMELL OF YOUR LOVER'S SWEAT. 10. THE SMELL OF NEW MOWN HAY 11. THE SIGHT OF A CHILD'S SMILE 12. THE SIGHT OF AN OLD PERSON'S SMILE 13. THE SIGHT OF A NEW BORN ANIMAL 14. THE SIGHT OF YOUR CHILD 15. THE SIGHT OF YOUR GRANDCHILD 16. THE SIGHT OF A SUNRISE 17. THE SIGHT OF A SUNSET 18. THE SIGHT OF AN OLD FRIEND 19. THE SIGHT OF A SOARING BIRD 20. THE SIGHT OF SIGHT. 21. THE SOUND OF YOUR CHILD'S LAUGHTER. 22. THE SOUND OF A LAWN MOWER 23. THE SOUND OF A WHIPPERWILL. 24. THE SOUND OF A BABY SLEEPING 25. THE SOUND OF YOUR LOVER'S BREATHING 26.THE SOUND OF CHURCH BELLS 27.THE SOUND OF WAVES CRASHING THE SHORE 28. THE SOUND OF SAWING WOOD 29. THE SOUND OF BARKING DOGS IN THE DISTANCE 30. THE SOUND OF SILENCE. 31. THE TASTE OF RAIN ON YOUR TONGUE 32. THE TASTE OF COTTON CANDY 33. THE TASTE OF COLD WATER 34. THE TASTE OF YOUR CHILD'S SKIN 35. THE TASTE OF YOUR LOVER'S LIPS 36. THE TASTE OF WATERMELON 37. THE TASTE OF EASTER CANDY 38. THE TASTE OF HOT COFFEE 39. THE TASTE OF STRAWBERRIES 40. THE TASTE OF LIFE. FEB. 14, 2000
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