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Just Don’t Fall

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Up in a treeImage

Away from the others

That’s where you’d find me

Hiding from brothers.

Just a skinny little girl

Of five or six

Getting away from the world

And the neighbor kid’s tricks.

“You’ll break your arm!”

My mom would cry.

“Only if I fall!”

Was my confident reply.

Favorite of all was the little plum tree

That shaded the play yard

For my sister and me.

In the spring the blossoms would cover the branches

I’d climb even higher, taking my chances

Up to where the limbs were small

I’d shake them violently

And the petals would fall

Raining down flowers

I’d squeal “Here it comes!”

My mother would sigh

“We’ll never have plums.”

Aboard Spirit Airline

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Looking down into the sky

Wisps of mist drifting by

Far above the clouds and sea

A couple things occur to me

What little we know of time and space

How irrelevant we are to this place

The source of power dwelling in our soul

Is all we need to make us whole

And yet daily we act in bitter scorn

As though it was for that we’re born

While in reality we are here to seek

To love, to learn, to serve the weak

If only we would clearly see

We could all live so peacefully

Like the child who at first cries

Is soothed by loving lullabies

To remember is our only task.

Who we are. We need only ask.

How to Draw a Picture

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I’d like to draw a picture, but have no pencil, pen or ink

So there’ll be no lines or circles, just the thoughts I have to think

At the start there are his muscles that move him through the air

Flexing underneath a coat of chestnut colored hair

His eyes are like dark marbles staring back at you

And his ears twitch nervously as he gets a better view

He shakes his massive head and flicks his tail at flies

Pounds his hooves into the ground as round the ring he tries

To escape the man who’s got a whip that makes a cracking sound

(It won’t actually hurt him – it’s just to move him ‘round)

For today’s his day of training how to let a person ride

So the bridle is all ready and the saddle’s by his side

Freedom was much better and it’s there he’d like to stay

Running with the mustangs just like yesterday

He’ll have a different life now and will carry folks, of course

It’s not much of a drawing, just a picture of a horse.