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Samantha Hildrig Poem
Spring is in the air
down by the brook
on trees and
in nooks
The flowers bud
the birds sing
with happy heart
the bells ring
The ivy spreads its tiny hands
up the church walls
it grows straight
and never falls
Spring is fading each day
it passes each day
and soon we will behold
we no longer are in May
Because summer is on its way
Copyright © Samantha Hildrig | Year Posted 2016
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Samantha Hildrig Poem
Like a thief he passed out of sight
Through the dark shadow of night
All the animals are affright
As he hunts on moonlight
Take flight in the night!
To kill is his delight
Though it puts up no fight
All the animal’s fly-by-night,
to hide way out of his sight
Take flight in the night!
O little white hare
Beware! Beware!
Take care my little hare,
That tonight you’re not dared
Beware my little hare!
Take flight in the night O moose
Don’t get caught in this hunter’s noose
Fly as fast and as far as a goose
For your sake vamoose
Take flight in the night moose
Take flight in the night O bear
Take care to avoid his snare
Don’t despair beware!
O little bear beware
Take flight in the night bear
The wolf is whom I say
His coat is silver, yellow and grey
When you hear him call run far away
Don’t hesitate or stay
Take flight in the night.
Copyright © Samantha Hildrig | Year Posted 2016
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Samantha Hildrig Poem
When the wind whistles
through willow branches bare.
While rustling its tousled yellowed hair.
The death of the willow so forlorn in sight.
Has passed through his prime of life.
He pines for what is lost and forgot,
while he sits alone to rot.
He live not forever like his neighbors be,
but dies in spite of all our efforts and pleas.
The time when he was so beautiful a tree,
as all in the land would happen to see.
Is gone and never will we see this
beautiful, beautiful, willow tree.
Copyright © Samantha Hildrig | Year Posted 2016
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