Buckhorn Poems - Poems about Buckhorn

...Water flowing downward from the hilltop Meandering through gullies and the fell Even bigger mountains for the backdrop Where it really starts so hard to tell Reaching a low cliff it becomes air......

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...Altzhiemers: Thief of Light My good old friend is a prisoner tortured by his own sharpest tool The shadows of Altzhiemers Throwing a cloak of darkness Over his bright green eyes Eyes that I r......

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...Mornings fade into evenings, evenings slip into nights. Day colors spill from their pails, then seep into valleys, wind caves and shale. The Painted Desert bleeds into a Stygian hue as the heat......

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...Mayor Jack Howard would be, Highly upset if he could see, How terrible Monroe came to be. This wasn't his dream. He would probably scream. This place hasn't grown. This place i......

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