Chinook Poems - Poems about Chinook

... If I were a baby’s breath I’d be the sigh that bends the wheat as dawn slips by a gentle chinook that softly speaks a river’s pause….. before it breaks the soulful love......

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...thunder rumbles constantly off in a distance even more thunder thunder gets closer intensified ......

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...I'm fondly reminded of touring Europe our housing quarters and daycare i worked were under planned attacks blessing the attack meant for women and children would strike celebration of black September......

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... ’Twas the night before Christmas Eve and it started to snow And a raw bone chilling north wind was starting to blow Mrs Claus and Santa were relaxing with a glass of mulled wine Santa said, ......

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...Desire balanced fulfilled climax flight tolerance you leave out on your Chinook my breath within the wings of the craft you are my mind my sight my mind focused hanger four we load the ......

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... As part of planning this trip—-for one night we were set to reside in a tiny house in Alberta, Canada…that came with a teepee on the side. This tiny house had all the amenities we needed…much t......

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...There’s many a tale that spreads across the night when the sun o’er the plains yields to campfire light. Tales about cowboys, who once roamed the plains, scratching a living using their rope and......

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...Male Parasite Stabs Female in Neck With Peenis. Males,which live up to six hours,fly around looking for these embedded females,with which they'll mate and then die,After the larvae emerge from the......

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...When the new harvest Moon, shines in the night sky. The orange pumpkin fruits, are ready for pie. The standing feed corn, hasn't quite dried. The warm days recede, summers passed by. When the......

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...The trip was a riot of color, It brings a myriad of queries, Fantastic tales of utter darkness, Views' visible roots were explored. Mainsail surges, pungent froth carried wave tip......

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...Little lady bug by my window how pretty you look with your fragile wings and sweet tiny polka dots Fate brought you to me like a great chinook you landed on my heart, like a Cupid shot ! ......

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... 'Twas the night before Christmas, all children were in bed Elves were loading the sleigh, for Santa's big night ahead A heavy fall of fresh snow had now covered the ground The whole world ......

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...fo'c·'sle /'fohksel/ noun deriv: forecastle 1. the forward part of a ship below the deck, traditionally used as the crew's living quarters. 2. historical: a raised deck at the f......

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...Ilchee, the "Moon Girl". She paddled her own canoe ~ Bronze gaze, heart of steel. Featured: Poetry Soup homepage. Week of 12/10/23 blogsview/4848702/ilchee--moon-girl-gazing---waterfront......

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...The Long House Precontact Our sky is incense Pause beneath our nation’s smoke River of the West ......

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