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Laughter of the Rain

I'm hearing the laughter
of the new Spring rain
that we must shortly
wash our cars again.
And the moistening dirt
is laughing too
at the cold, wet mud
getting splashed on you!
Yes, and I believe
that the thunder's clap
is for the puddle
soaking into your lap.

And I hear the giggling
of the gathered drops
since we can't wear sandals
or our new flip flops.
And the grass, leaves and twigs
choking up every drain
chuckle at their mother's
latest refrain.
Listen to their snickers
when eveything gets wet.
They hope to spoil Mother's hair;
for it is freshly set.

Oh, Mother Nature's clan
can sure be mean
while they are painting our world
a fresh and new spring green.
But they say they're sorry,
or did you not know-
when they present to us later
a freshly tied rainbow.

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Grandma Hearts Grandma

I never met Grandpa
so I do not know
if he ever went dancing
or stubbed his toe.
But I do know
one thing-
Grandma loved him.

And Grandma died
when was in 8th grade.
So we didn't talk
I am afraid.
But I do know
one thing-
Grandpa loved her.

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Chance Meeting

It was on a dusty mountain crest one night that she stood,
wondering if the world around her retained any good.
She had lost her father.  She had almost lost her mind.
Thereafter she lost her job in the jungle most unkind.
But, it was up there that she saw him at that dusty peak.
It was love at first sight, though they would hardly speak.
He held her in his arms for the longest long time.
She kissed him on the cheek, though it might have been a crime.

And so, on that rocky mountain top the two there would stand-
two new found lovers - stood silent, hand in hand.
Gazing into the star lit night, darkness still on high,
filled with amazement, they breathed in a sigh.
They never wanted the time they had there to end.
Perhaps on a shooting star home a note they could send.

But, what would they tell their families? What could they say?
Would people understand them?  It was this they did pray.
And so, it was on that peak that they built their small home-
vowing to each other from there never to roam.
And they're living there happily together to this day.
At least that is the rumor.  It's the buzz that they say.

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My Keyboard

I hit the "delete" key on my keyboard,
but the fool key's not working.
Things are still going haywire
and now the goonies are smirking.
   I tried pressing "escape" key,
but crazy things still take place.
There are still events far too nutty
likewise with life's hectic pace.
   I tried pressing "control" next,
but the situations really got bad.
That guy chaos soon took over.
I grew more dejected and sad.
   My next choice was "back space",
but it too did little good.
I thought if that key didn't function,
then no other key would.
   Until I tried "ALt" and "enter"
then for the better things changed.
Life began to"shift" in my favor,
and everything rearranged.
   I've learned valuable lessons
at my keyborard today.
There is no escaping my keyboard
when my life goes astray.

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From a Cobalt Blue Sky

Evening snow falls silently
from a cobalt blue sky-
floating, glistening like diamonds
attracting one's eye.
Full moon lights up
snow's free falling way
with not so very many words
for anyone to say.
And so goes the evening
of ice coated weekends
delighting old and young children
and forever dreamy eyed friends.

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A Man

On a walk straight through the park
I saw a light, perhaps a spark
That sped across the cloudless sky.
I failed to ask wherefore and why.
Then it stopped directly up above
And reminded me of a tale I love-
A tale they tell from long ago.
Its origins, however, I do not know.

The story goes once there was a man
Living in the woods without a clan.
He lived there alone in a tall Oak tree
Running to hide at the buzzing of a bee.
Hikers so scared this solitary fellow
Upon seeing one he'd let out a bellow.
They tell me that even to this very day
He can be heard when winds blow this way.
So, next time you hike when the cold wind moans
It might just be that man quaking to his bones.

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Freed Spirit

Atop some long ago rusted train trestle
now rests a forgotten broken clay vessel,
shattered where only ghosts of ancient freight trains run.
Such was the wish of one forsaken man among men;
to disperse his cremated remains there back when
he prepared to meet his demise with his own gun.

It was on a single October's crisp autumnal day;
One with every cloud in God's sky brushed away.
Countless grackles screeched through creaky, golden trees.
His loosened ashes flew everywhere, far and wide,
east and west, intent on crossing some great divide
to become an eternally freed spirit set adrift up on a breeze.

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Anew

As we finally wash away past winter's grime
I hear the birds of spring's young chime.
They begin live anew for this new year;
flora and fauna's songs- freshness to the ear.

Blooming buds and chirping birds-
Inspirations for birthing of well rhymed words
of beauty and grandeur everywhere
and sweetest smells filling the air.