swampy

water floods the entire page,

reeds and plants growing in the muck,

colorful,

appealing in a perverse sort of  way.

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spirit dance

as a child,

went and saw spirits dance,

we left before dark,

though the imagination soars.

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swamp

swampy water,

maybe left from the flood,

unknown,

though the colors beautiful,

in a murky type of way.

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river valley

river valley,

but no water seen,

only trees,

trees, trees,

trees,

everywhere trees.

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thistle

a thistle,

ugly and white,

growing where it doesn't belong.

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edge of town

edge of town,

a magical place,

where hills begin their reign,

and nature, king.

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yellow

look at the yellow,

the yellow,

ignore the red,

the blue in the background,

but yellow,

instead.

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trees of gray

trees of gray,

what more to say,

I love, love seeing,

trees of gray.

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blue bird and cardinal

blue bird and cardinal,

hidden within,

look for them,

look for them,

but where to begin.

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high hills

high hills,

my favorite place to be,

surrounded by sand,

and hills,

comfortable and safe.

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ice on the trees

ice on the trees,

winter is coming fast,

soak in the sun,

it has to last through the winter.

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blues and greens

blues and greens,

in lovely hues,

I love this painting,

but am one of the few.

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the triangle

friends and lovers,

but who loves whom,

the struggle will tear the triangle apart.

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Pink

caterpillars and worms in pink,

upon the tree,

looking for food,

and a home,

the same as the rest of us.

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Roses with thorns

roses with thorns,

but so very pretty,

red and blue,

and white ones too.

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Churchill seen

Churchill seen,

his face green,

colors molten,

afraid to cool.

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nuclear winter

a nuclear winter,

when all are dead,

the colors amazing,

but unseen by human eyes.

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hot

colors green and red,

melting in the heat,

warm this August day,

when children remain inside..

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berries

berries,

of different colors,

different size,

looking wonderful to taste,

I can hardly wait.

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coils

coils,

like the toy which goes down the stairs,

only this one alive,

for I see its eyes,

scary the coils,

in my mind.

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Sunflowers

sunflowers,

so tall and wild,

growing where snow will drift,

as high as the flowers,

that is what my Grandmother says.

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a map

seems a painting,

or maybe a map,

of a city by the sea,

somewhere like Venice,

only not so expensive to see.

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Quilt

a quilt of colors,

so warm and loving,

reminds one of childhood,

and early morning memories,

when snow on the backyard,

deep and cold.

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reflection

windmill reflecting the sun,

whether sunrise,

or sunset,

I don't see that it really matters.

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river

river of cool,

flowing through the sands,

a treasure,

hidden,

precious,

awaiting the thieves to come.

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sundown

the sun sinking,

to rest for the night,

always wonder,

if it will rise,

refreshed and renewed,

or maybe over sleep.

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Rabbits and Pirates

rabbits and pirates,

and ghosts,

the scary kind,

reptile faces,

gentle and kind,

out of place,

in this scary space.

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On Pink

colors on pink,

heart shaped,

am not sure,

unknown,

what to think.

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Lovers Pretend

lovers,

but in the mind,

foes of a different kind,

the camera not clear,

or truthful in any case.

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confused

animals,

little boys,

and pizza makers,

confusing,

the same as truth.

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Questions

planets travelling through space and time,

or marbles in water,

guess I will never know.

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