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  Dec 2016 Alice
Robert Frost
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
Alice Dec 2016
Have you seen the world outside the window?
Come and let our curiosity find us;
Oh, there is so much to see out there, you know!
As the Time flies by, and the seasons pass.
Trees are dancing as the birds are singing,
Children of the Earth, dance and sing and play!
Celestial bodies above, glimmering;
All day and all night, all night and all day.
But despite the beauty, a storm there is.
Of thunder and lightning's lullaby,
Open your eyes and feel the morning bliss
Then shall you see the rainbow in the sky.
Glad I am for God has given me eyes—
The window of the soul, so splendid and nice!
A Shakespearean Sonnet.
  Dec 2016 Alice
D'Errika Lastie
Ocean waves singing
The graceful song of nature
As the moon listens
  Dec 2016 Alice
Wolf Irwin
I'm a nature boy, nature boy,
Breathing in this nature joy,
Listening to this nature noise,
While walking with this nature poise,
Move with the wind when I begin,
Sunrise smile with a sunset grin,
Keep on skating when the ice gets thin,
Stars in my eyes earth In my skin,
Carrying worlds on overhaul,
Ain't broke no sweat not phased at all,
Walk the line while standing tall,
Simply born a natural.
  Dec 2016 Alice
Valsa George
Come on my Love! Let us move to the East
Where the sun resurrects after his interim death
Where darkness first gives way to light
And life renews itself every morn

Look to the East beyond those crooked hills
Where poplars grow tall in line
And wild weeds hem the edges of pathways
Where bunnies and squirrels hop and jump
And merrily run round the trees
Where the wind moves whistling through bamboo reeds
Where the laughing cataract leaps down from the rocks
And flow along in silvery rills
Where the languorous breeze plays upon the leaves

Away from the tumult, far from the crazy crowd
With the pandemonium of the world
Hushed to serene silence
Let us move to that sequestered glade
Of perennial greenery,
through the sunlit grove
Where we shall walk hands locked
Till the bright day gives way to dusky night
Inhaling night air in scented perfume
Under the stillness of a star lit sky
Through moon blanched woods, mysterious
Listening to the sweet whispering of our soul
And ‘drinking life to the lees’ from the chalice of love

Oh! Come on,
Let us not tarry…. Let’s go!
  Nov 2016 Alice
Sam
Sometimes it's just better to put a smile on your face,
keep your head held high,
And Just keep moving forward.

Only a few will notice,
The lack of a sparkle in your eye,
They will continue to help you,
*Just keep moving forward.
I stay hidden :)
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