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Harold r hunt sr Apr 2017
I sit on my pouch at night and hear the night owls hoot.
First one then another call back and forth
You can hear them far away.Another here and there.
Hoot hoot they cry just to see who answers them.
A coyote off in the far distance answers with a howl.
Hoot hoot at times I think they are talking to me.
The night owls up late like me
Harold r hunt sr Apr 2017
In the winter time. It does snow so hard.
It falls so pretty one flake at a time.
All different shapes and sizes.
With the wind it blows a pile to the sky.
As it falls on the trees. It' makes me think.
How pretty, the snow can be.
We go out to play and make snowmen.
And angels of every kind.
The snow is so pretty
Harold r hunt sr Apr 2017
As I walked among the tomb stones
there they stood side by side
men of honor all dead.
There they was ready to fight
I saw them standing there.
a flag in one mans hand and a gun in the other.
Standing tall not a movement as blood cover them all.
I saw them standing there.
then they were gone.
but the head stones were still all in a row..
the heroes of our freedom. they were all gone,
I saw them standing there
Harold r hunt sr Apr 2017
Ruby's for her hair

In the picture on the wall was a little girl.
Her smile lit up the room.
Her hair of gold made her face shine bright as the sun shined.
The hair piece was made of ruby's.
That shine so bright that even in the picture they looked so real.
curls in her hair turned just a little shade of red from each ruby
Harold r hunt sr Apr 2017
In the picture on the wall was a little girl.
Her smile lit up the room.
Her hair of gold made her face shine bright as the sun shined.
The hair piece was made of ruby's.
That shine so bright that even in the picture they looked so real.
curls in her hair turned just a little shade of red from each ruby
Harold r hunt sr Apr 2017
A trip to Mars will it be really far? Should I bring something? Should I take my roller skates? Or just some more close to wear. How about a change of underwear? When I get there will I see a pink man. Or just someone that stinks. Will i see anyone i know from a far? On this trip to Mars
Harold r hunt sr Apr 2017
lost in time

We were friends for years in school. Who held hands and walked in the hall. Those days just pass away. We lost some time over the years. As we grow old.We didn't Know we were so near. We finally we met once again A friendship we do have For it was just lost in time
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