Chalets Poems - Poems about Chalets

...Let's fly to Vienna When can we go? There's chalets, there's music There's museums, there's snow A painter was born there He painted, The Kiss I'll demonstrate on you Something like this Co......

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...Christmas Tree Little bits of silver tinsel, Velvet ribbons and shiny globes, Strings of stars borrowed from the heavens Next to angels with golden hair; Flying sleighs and drummer boys, Swee......

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...Sweetie pie, let's fly, let's fly To somewhere far away With summits, fjords, and snowy peaks And cozy, warm chalets A wood stove that is roaring The scent of burning wood Velour robes of co......

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...Fish flesh ceiling marinades evening in mandarin Paprika streaks Alaskan sky, an exploded pumpkin Garish stretch marks bruise tumid buttocks Jack-o'-lantern flicker silhouettes summits ......

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... My wife and I share a passion for travelling, the world we love to see We travelled through France and Switzerland and we're now in Italy Day one was a trip in a cable car to the summit of M......

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...So strange this land, old and yet young. Where is this place of tall green trees, and grey-haired men in unknown tongue? they must have traveled summer's breeze. Adobe brick quonset "chalets" mud-soaked roadways in all the blocks. WACs and wives and waifs everyday midst hollyhocks and four o'clocks. Los Alamos*, this place must be. A land of Oz 'neath bluest sky. Where sc......

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...We stayed in chalets by the sea; the holiday was worth the wait. My happy place, my happy face. Such fun for cousin Joan and me - she hadn't seen the sea before, and shouted out with playful gle......

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...I've a predilection for remote mountain chalets yet isolated I can be encompassed by snow. I recognize the unearthliness of Winter's ways maintaining a reverence...

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...Bright coloured chalets, (very dear !) Stand close in military line, Along the prom, beyond the pier “NO CYCLING”, please, observe the sign. The waves roll in with thunderous roar To dash the pe......

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...Winter is both beautiful and dangerous Islands of snow caress the countryside Nice friends that you see from day to day Teachers of nature careful and silent Every person dressed with sty......

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...It's too hot and humid for September! Even dust specks descending in the room's sunlight are beads of sweat running down my sides. I bring pencil, crossword and ice tea to this chair and table, ......

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