Huckleberries Poems - Poems about Huckleberries

...Vashon Memories A song to sing itself – A birthing voice, Shouting then whispering Of fields and quiet harbors Of blackberries and sunlight on smooth waters, Of boredom, rest and restlessness......

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...Sprawling eagles' wings of freedom glean upon this God blessed land. Huckleberries abound upon rich forest tapestry. Salmon spawn in glistening waters aplenty. Indigo mountains are crowne......

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...Sheba was a bird brain – a dumb bunny for sure. She had no idea she was a dead ringer for Marilyn Monroe. Not the blonde, over-glamorized, sensationalized Marilyn, but rather the young, darling, i......

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...He thought that he had lost all his marbles on the crossing The autumn tides had been huge and the currents strong Mostly the aquamarine ones off track and abandoned A bit like blue smarti......

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...Tea for two, for me, for you Buckwheats for three, you, and you, and me Huckleberries for four, that's what we adore Spring rolls for five make us feel alive Chalupas for six, served on heated br......

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...Moby Dick, geometry, physics. Study every subject everyday. Homework is an indicator of future success. Success is not necessarily happiness but it helps. Freedom is to formulate your own definit......

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...Watching Homer struggle to explain how a god wounded by a mortal cannot die but may thereafter live with minor pain and the humor when that god complains to Jove that His supervision of His dau......

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...Not like a figwort but not an aster, either. Could he be a buttercup with sepals, no petals, but sepals like petals? Alan is a bluebeech, an ash if his books sell. Quick shake hands. Zach's bald ok......

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...It's already hard enough to say anything accurately without further obfuscating and camouflaging the soul. The faces in the funeral pews are impassive, impatient and the dead woman cares not what'......

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...My face tells me nothing. Not nothing but nothing useful, the complications of ageing humorously but not exactly how to avoid injury. Permanent injury is a now popular cliché. At this age any in......

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...Those indigo jeans worn this special day When he invited me on my first date Very appropriate ~trip to park_ play Lunch from a vendor sharing plate As our hands touch, look in his eyes_ see de......

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...A long time ago-or so the story is told, There was a strange occurrence in the Europe of old. High atop a windswept, alpine peak, Lived a girl fair of face and rosy of cheek. She would gather w......

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