Long Indian summer Poems

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"It is a sin to kill a Mockingbird.
While playing games with rocks or guns, defray,
them, please, ...shoot old tin cans.  Each whispered song 
from Mockingbirds, can heal the wounds  of the day"

Virtues are...

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It was Indian summer 1985 Fbi Alan King arrived we sat sipping lemonade as i prepared lunch for my two girl pregnant with my third child hoping for a boy this time laughing on the...

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My son, John, was an engaging fellow, who was barely ten years old;
And liked frogs, marbles and playing ball, in luscious, noontime gold.

My son, John, was rather a dreamer, like the lazy cloud, sky features.
My...

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Violet Smith lived in Center Kingdom. Her neighbors were Jack and Jill;
Like orange sun, of a pink morning, when it's just peeking over blue hills.

With Mother and Father and sister, Ava, Violet enjoyed life on...

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Look, there's a white line, dead center of this empty road
Wow, that sun is hot out here...
and here I am sitting on the edge of this blacktop world
waiting for a tow .......crying out loud......why, Lord,...

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With his icy fingers he stole my smokey breath,
laid a sheet of slippery freezing cold by my feet
and then whispered in my ear right to the drum
that echoed in my brain with excruciating pain.

She, his wife...

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(presumably still alive
predicated on rumored sightings dive
ving fast as blazing saddles, 
     her blitzkrieg, 
     nothing but a blurry beehive.)

Swifter than Usain
     (lightening)...

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Indian Summer,  Part IV

The days proceed.
The nights turn 'round, 
Circling my dreaming self,
Spooning my Beloved,
Ever aware of her, though wandering the strange pathways of dreams.

     In my waking world, 
...

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The crisp evening air whispers into the ear of the artist- announcing that the oh so brief season of Summer draws near it's end.  Summer's end brings forth the beginning of yet another season...

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                    What I Have Learned

I have already lived long enough in this world.
I had good times...

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Spring rises and is reborn
   with a warm, glowing morning sun.
May apples, marsh daisies, wild purple, yellow and white violets
   peek from the earth with round glossy greens and flowers.
Wild scallions,...

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I watched it as it was born in the drenching rains of spring, 
Cool condensation drops left over from winter's cold, 
As it grew and grew and finally pedaled 
Into a white, but, quite young...

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I watched it as it was born in the drenching rains of spring, 
Cool condensation drops left over from winter's cold, 
As it grew and grew and finally pedaled 
Into a white, but, quite young...

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I start my afternoon hike up a mountain trail.
October’s sunlight, the vestige of Indian Summer,
dapples my exposed skin with welcomed warmth.
Sun’s rays are gilded tendrils cutting through pines
whose needles’ sweet scent
    ...

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Not too much said ‘bout a

                             ...

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Once glorious, but now rusting buildings, lined every dusty road.
Somehow everywhere clung the smell of cow dung.
My heavy bag, a giant rucksack,
Most of it I shipped right back.
I thought there wasn't much glitz or glamour,
And...

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SILENCE SURROUNDED ME CARRYING ONLY 
DATA FROM SPECIAL FORCES I'D RELEASED 
MY SOUL BEFORE THEE ENTRY MY THOUGHTS 
COVERED IN SURVIVAL SKILL
BECAUSE OF YOUR NAME 

AN YET THERE WAS NO WAY OF SURVIVING 
THEE ULTIMATE...

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The winds of Winter wait,
Whispering to me of the approaching future,
But still far off, biding their time
Until this span of light and warmth has lasted out its stay.

     Meantime, I engage...

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2007
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the country stile
hedged the wild flower meadow
where I sit awhile
*
shadows in the sky-
fluttering across my eye
a brown butterfly
*
on the wind,a bell-
muffled from across the square
raindrops fill the air
*
on the lawn
lily petals timeworn-
summer draws to its...

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As I walk along the pathway
   I feel the warmth
Of the sun’s rays,	
   I start to notice my surroundings
Of leaves and their many different shapes.

Trees start to change their color
 ...

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Indian summer lies within your autumn hazel eyes,
my velvet bloom vibrant now lost after your killing frost;
love lingers in bereft fingers, I stroke your face in guise,
once lustrous, amaranthine heart lies bleeding in exhaust.

My velvet...

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Mostly they are good memories, up early in the morning
and heading to the foothill’s lakes and streams. 
I’d fish near the car, while he'd go further off 
coming back with a basket full of trout....

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There's a chill in the mornin' air as autumn in Vermont unfolds.
Splendor is revealed as trees assume their cloaks of reds and golds!
Fodder shocks gleam in the risin' sun and 'punkins' sport a tinge of...

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There are brief moments in the autumn sunset
when strange and eerie shadows creep along the grass;
it sets an indefinable color scheme of yellow green hues
that peek a hidden fear of oncoming night.

The sun slips in...

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In the USA, within certain parts of the “south” there comes a time of year called “Indian Summer”, but other parts of the USA also use the term as well.

A delightful period of weather change...

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