Emily
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So- Nature- a Friend to Me..,
A Breath- a Smile- a Precious Seed...
Without Rhyme- Nor Reason- I Can't Explain...
I Laugh- I Forge- I Plant a Seed...
A Symphony of Brilliance-
Just to be a Part.....
Of Rusted Poetic Murmurs...
I Find the Key...
She Speaks of Wisdom...
Sweet Harmony...
The Sky-the Waters- a Love- a Need...
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"Nature" Is What We See - Poem by Emily Dickinson
"Nature" is what we see—
The Hill—the Afternoon—
Squirrel—Eclipse— the Bumble bee—
Nay—Nature is Heaven—
Nature is what we hear—
The Bobolink—the Sea—
Thunder—the Cricket—
Nay—Nature is Harmony—
Nature is what we know—
Yet have no art to say—
So impotent Our Wisdom is
To her Simplicity.
Copyright © Rick Parise | Year Posted 2016
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