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Lisa Lee Poem
morning frost twinkles
while rancher sips coffee and
whiffs new arrivals
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Lisa Lee Poem
Elk Walk
elk walk in snow to
find a morsel in warm fount
beyond, fields beacons
The Rancher
morning frost twinkles
while rancher sips coffee and
whiffs new arrivals
5/9/2014
January Haiku Contest
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matty meows with
a rooster at 6 a.m.
but, no snooze button
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in colorado
the geese recall the last time
we threw crumbs on pond
5/6/2014
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white laced cotton lay
over the hard open ground
grandma's cup missing
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at stop light
rare occurrence
plates in sequence
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Often times I dream of days gone past -
Although, I've not lived then -
Neither saddle or horse shoe cast:
Where was he when I first envisioned the outline of his long, hatted figure?
Atop a horse named, "Fourth of July" -
Montana perhaps or Wyoming is where he lingered...for a time.
Long since dormant, there remains only tattered
images of a dusty saddle horn, bent buckles, a frayed lasso hidden under
some felled and hollowed out oak, that still rustles with callused sounding
boots of cowboys retiring, still wet with the days cattle drive, sore and
worn out talks of how they could have been with the perfumed, bustled
women of their otherwise, ordinary youth.
5/7/2014
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phone rings while she is
holding orange peel, somehow
is predicting him
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dreams of family
locket lay against her chest
within, picture torn
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as i look out Buck's cabin door,
i see new and old huddled
together on the ground,
pinecones thrown all around,
a young bird being hugged by
an old world, full of embrace;
it hardly makes sense to my slow ear
and yet, i know it is full of God's grace;
i must be seeing thru Buck's eyes now
and i wish not to go down the hill;
for, i'd rather stay focused on the
heavenly things, new and old,
that
landed
together
on the ground.
5/10/2014
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