Summer Christmas Poems

The Franklin Mountains are a succession of jagged peaks, as if the earth had sprouted the spiny backbone of a monstrous, petrified beast. Each tip...

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The white out doors is covered with fluffy snow, 
the cold winds will swirl and blow.
The pretty flowers in my garden will not grow,
there is...

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Tonight as I gazed out my window,  
I saw a shiny bright star on a velvet sky.  
I wondered if it hung over...

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After last year slow night ride~after all the millions of miles,  
Santa's sled needed a check-up with smiles.  
Last year his sled went...

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"Children full of giggles, dance in excitement around the Christmas tree, a camera captures the moment." Quote by poet

The emerging day, a crisp fresh white...

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Christmas comes with planning,  
who are you buying gifts for.  
What to get them,  
what to eat.  
Oh well I took...

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An old kitchen dresser
stood against a wall
in the shed. Its drawers were full
of things that kept a small boy
occupied for hours. 
Retired kitchen gadgets,
tools, balls...

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Giving gifts ~ required boxes are filled ...

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Quote By Poet "Life is made up of many happy tears and many sad tears"

Theirs was a perfect June wedding,
filled with pretty flowers and a...

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LIGHT OF LOVE 
THIS BIRTH OR MAY BE IN THE PAST ,
I GOT YOUR NAME IN THE CARD.
SUMMER GONE WINTER CAME ,
I DANCE ALONE IN...

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The old white wooden church,  
stood tall upon a tree lined mountain.  
The winding dirt road,  
lead us up each Sunday morning....

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Soon it will be a cold winter's day, 
hot chocolate is great for any holiday. 
I want to go out and play, 
let's go riding...

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If it wasn't for poetry,  
where would my creativity play?  
My ideas would curl up and die a slow death,  
my mind...

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The sun starts it's day peeking over the blue horizon, 
bright lights will shine on the blue sea. 
What a way to welcome another a...

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Winters Sun.

 Crystal shapes on the windowpane, glistening in the morning sun. Fields all ploughed now show the signs of Jacks skates from the night,...

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