All These Belong
A ripple of water,
A deluge of rain,
A vacuum of silence,
A torment of pain,
A sparkle of stars.
A bouquet of flowers,
A radiance of joy,
A sprinkling of showers,
A beam of sunshine,
A chorus of song,
A smile of contentment,
To us, all these belong.
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Dazzling Hues
Golden sunshine goes streaming down the hills,
Lighting those slender, beaming daffodils.
Warming breezes skilfully wend their way,
Coaxing flowers to elegantly sway.
Spring whose colours boast such splendid views,
Tantalise the eyes with dazzling hues.
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Let The Sun Shine - TRIOLET
Let the sun shine brightly each day,
Warming us deeply in our soul,
We are happy it's here to stay
Let the sun shine brightly each day,
Giving our earth a lovely ray,
Having found its own final knoll,
Let the sun shine brightly each day,
Warming us deeply in our soul.
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The Dimple
Pure and simple,
That delightful dimple,
There, on your cheek,
It makes me weak.
My knees give way,
And then I sway,
All strength is gone
When I look upon
Your dimpled face.
It makes my heart race.
Then when you smile,
You so beguile,
So what can I do,
But fall for you.
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I Wonder
Conducted by a cool gentle breeze,
like silent bells, the flower heads swing.
So many giving out songs unsung.
Oh, how their voices need to ring.
Hues in accord are all around us,
each one harmonizing with ease.
I wonder what music we would hear,
if colours met on piano keys.
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Our Life
In the evening, when he's got the time to spend with me,
He goes and falls asleep watching TV,
Is it because we're now a wee bit old,
And our feelings for each other have perhaps grown cold,
No, not at all, it really just goes to show, how
Our life has turned into quiet contentment now.
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Autumn - By Amy Boothby - Age 10
Look at the different coloured leaves,
Swaying gently with the breeze,
Lovely reds, browns and greens,
All waiting to fall from the trees.
When they leave they twist and turn,
Ready to join the masses of fern,
Landing softly on the ground,
You can taste the smell of autumn, all around.
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Chorus Line
A string of street lamps,
their heads stretching out across the road.
On the top of one, a row of birds sit.
Do you think they are wondering
how far along this appendage
they can shuffle,
before they all fall off the end.
Or do you think that they are thinking of
forming a 'Chorus Line'.
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Expiration
I held his hand, and glanced at him,
He said his eyes were growing dim,
His breath was shallow, and hardly there,
This moment that we both could share
Was, 'at the last' a moving time
When hopes of life, no longer climb
And all that one could do was pray
That God would speed him on his way.
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Ponder
The tufts of grass grew tall along the wall,
then through the fence, continued on their way,
into a meadow.
There, wild flowers grew,
in vivid colours of every hue,
and were strewn down the hill in disarray,
sparkling bright in the early newborn day,
leaving the mind to ponder on it all.
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