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Last Song of Summer

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Summer sings a sad farewell
As her colours begin to fade;
The rich verdant greens
Of lawns and trees will soon
Begin to change, as autumn
Hovers in the air and the breeze
Whispers that fall is near.

The bright begonias nod their heads
In their sunny, sheltered beds
Knowing full well their time is short,
But content to spread their blissful
Cheer to all who pass them by.
Again, farewell to summer as she
Travels north where welcome arms
Anticipate her with delight.

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©Denise G Allen, 22 March 2014 05:25


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These are the Things…

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An act of kindness,
a smiling face,
a baby bird,
God’s bountiful grace,
a new-born foal
finding its feet,
helping another
to cross the street,
healing rain
on my skin,
the joy and peace
I feel within,
the sun’s rays
shining through the trees,
cool misty mornings
with a crisp breeze…

these are the things that make my soul sing ~

these are the things that make life fulfilling.

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©Denise G Allen, 15 January 2014 09:00


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On the Wind

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Sunrise at the seaside
Bloodied the water and
The golden sands blushed,
But not for long,
A few minutes and it was gone.

A tiny movement caught my eye,
~~ a bird flapping?
It was not, but a sweet wrapping
Trapped ‘tween sand and breeze,
Flip-flap, flip-flap as it tried to get free.

I loosened the sand and watched
As it sailed way, way up in the air ~~
A kite without a tail, but it was free
As free as it could possibly be
And I thought, “If only we… …”

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©Denise G Allen, 08 January 2014 04:48


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Freedom in a Bubble – Repost

Sidey’s Weekend Challenge – 25.11.2011: Bubbles

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Freedom in a Bubble

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I am in a bubble

Floating in the air,

Drifting in the breeze

To I know not where.

Wonderfully weightless,

Up and up I fly,

Higher and higher

In a cloudless sky.

Oh what a feeling

Of freedom at last –

No more looking back

To the prison of my past.

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Photo: http://blog.shirleywalsh.com/bubbles-418.html

©DGA 26.09.2010


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THE WIND

THE WIND

From the gentlest breeze,
Tickling the flower petals
And the long grass seeds,
To a full blown hurricane,
Venting its anger in a destructive path,
A swathe of devastation from whence it came
Until, at last,
Energy spent,
It
Subsides,
Tame as a lion,
Engorged,
Lolling in the shade,
Asleep.

©DGA 13 August 2011 09:38


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Freedom in a Bubble

Freedom in a Bubble

I am in a bubble
Floating in the air,
Drifting in the breeze
To I know not where.

Wonderfully weightless,
Up and up I fly,
Higher and higher
In a cloudless sky.

Oh what a feeling
Of freedom at last –
No more looking back
To the prison of my past.

Photo: http://blog.shirleywalsh.com/bubbles-418.html

©DGA 26.09.2010