Currier Poems - Poems about Currier

...Something wondrously magical happens when winter appears My thoughts find joy when they turn to holidays and cheers I find myself running to catch snowflakes on the tip of my tongue ......

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..." One man's junk is another man's treasure" - author unknown To some, old collectables and antiques are nothing but junk, even heirlooms kept safely in their grandmother’s old trunk. They say an......

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...Fun fact ...got a birth mark the size and color of a watermelon seed on the right lower cheek of my butt. Hence my theme song she's got a freckle on her butt but she's purdy.Now how does this play i......

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...Snow showers earlier today December 9th, 2020 yielded negligible accumulation Though anyone who saw and/or watched local news would be more wise the brief flurry of crystalline precipitation ca......

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...Arcola circa late 1960's early 1970's... easy to conjure this idyllic June 8th, 2020 Envision bucolic Currier and Ives rendered landscape, or canvas painted courtesy gifted late Thomas Kinkade......

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...Saturday, December 21 Military Time 2319 (According to website: https://earthsky.org/astronomy- essentials/everything-you-need- to-know-december-solstice.) Hark the herald angels sing yea, ......

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...revelers in sleigh moonlight on fresh snow powder Currier & Ives......

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...~ My favorite Thanksgiving memory was, quite simply, a walk at my grandparents house - I'll never forget how nature spoke to me that day about what is truly important, what I'm most thankful ......

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...Couched in the concept of a well, (which supplied the water for faded glory of "Glen Elm)," my boyhood abode, another metaphorical attempt at writer's block - aid, ......

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...February 28th, 1968 marked the date Boyce Brandon Harris (my octogenarian widower father) purchased a small tract of land Pooh would Winnie constituting shadowed sliver once hailing, hal......

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...I have go not advanced degree from a fancy eastern school. I’ve no idea who Beckett is, so you declare that I’m a fool. Yet yesterday I restored to life an old engine from the thirties, I’ve go......

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...A tree line affords temporary shelter- a wintry abode- hedge-rows define the horizon- the interphase of bright green winter wheat and melancholy sky. Just beyond- warmth, safety- a fireside ......

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...Swinging his hips in Boogie, Woogie Roll Gingerbread Man A quite handsome sight with a candy cane in hand Taking a stroll in an evening cold chill To Currier and Ives throu......

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...Memories on Branches There is a time that I recall a memory I hold so dear a place to keep my wandering soul to find a God or use my mind and search for peace outside the void I found a cabin......

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...It’s a Vivaldi winter...snow as far as the eye can see, blankets the hardened from sub-zero and sleet. I hear the violins and cello’s, groaning out forlorn winter notes. Robins on a white roof ......

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