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"squirell" poems
The wild life is majestic, The wilderness is breath taking, Bison, Elk, Ground squirell, are grand to see. Hot springs look beautiful yet deadly, Geysers they are awe inspiring to see shoot 120 feet into the sky. Sulfur pits are cool to look at but they smell like rotten eggs.
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Jan 15, 2011
Jan 15, 2011 at 3:02 PM UTC
Wild life
Good Things Ducks flying so low over a lake that their wingtips seem to touch the water The shadow of a cloud passing languidly over a cow dotted pasture A joyous roiling dog sprung from the kennel after its master's return The way you still feel the waves as you drift off to sleep after a day at sea The clever squirell always finding some way to steal from a bird feeder Sunrise over the white capped ocean, sunset over the white capped mountains Trees that live for more than five thousand years Turtles that swim across the world to spawn on the the shore where they hatched The way you have to look around rapidly to to follow the path of a firefly Red lightning that strikes from the top of the clouds up into space Butterflies that would die if not for the strength they gain breaking free of their chrysalis Double rainbows and Origami swans Cicadas that only come out of the ground once to mate every seventeen years The technical miracle of a 150,000 pound airplane landing safely time and time again A 60,000 year old Siberian mummy found with a pouch of marijuana on his belt That feeling in the air just before and after a thunder storm And let us not forget a good friend, a good joke, a good laugh, and a good cry There is so much garbage in this wide world I try to fill my mind with positive and beautiful things One of them is you
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Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 12:40 PM UTC
Good Things
The Sparrows chirping during the dawn And the light rays were falling from the sun The way a wind blew on me  I just observed I was under a tree  I felt if I was a part of nature Wealthier and wealthier than the costliest treasure I wished I could sit there forever  And stare the crow which is so much clever A squirell than came near me to sit And I gave some apricots for to eat All these things changed the day for me  And gave much pleasure to enjoy being free
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Sep 1, 2019
Sep 1, 2019 at 12:33 PM UTC
The Dawn Of Joy