Nc Poems - Poems about Nc

I don’t feel strong – my soul, it grieves I don’t feel wise – my spirit sighs, then weeps I don’t feel sure – my heart cries out I don’t feel resilient – my life is but a breath… Once in a while, I remember how she screamed, The storm of the century – the storm Who scattered the trees, tore...

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Some lost their lights, the brilliance Electricity, burning through the night Inviting, inspiring, igniting our lives. Some lost their water, the gentle flow Source of hope and wonder, graceful Moving over the spirit, sweet fulfillment. Some lost their ability to communicate Cell phones grew quiet, the internet – silent Most felt some anxiety, lonesome, isolated. Some lost their food as frozen staples melted While cold...

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On the first day of Christmas, my honey bestowed on me A reflection of the love he has for me. On the second day of Christmas, my honey bestowed on me Two dreams come true, and A reflection of the love he has for me. On the third day of Christmas, my honey bestowed on me Three tender kisses, Two dreams...

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Swiftly, lightening Flashes in the sky, singing ~ Melody so calm ...

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Mingo Falls, Cherokee NC Come walk with me and rest your soul. Go to where the waters flow, and hear the music of natures’ best, see how much we’re truly blessed. Into the forest we’ll walk today and see God’s splendor on display, cascading down the mountain side; Mingo Falls in all her pride. We’ll sit awhile among the trees and feel the cool, cool...

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Patrick Ferguson and the battle of Kings Mountain He rode up to the mountain in great haste planning vile acts, and much wonton waste. Hiding, the whigs taunting, scattered about. They were in waiting, the mountain through out. Brave volunteers were on the docket. John, the father of Davey Crocket Ready to give his life, so long ago just as his son Davy...

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Driving along orange and lavender blue peaks Where Littledeer’s rabbits parade through Rolling hills of pink and yellow wildflowers Along the French River and broad rapids Down in the valley on a golden Fourth of July Iridescent tiny hummingbirds Whirl around a garden of ten foot tall sunflowers As a copper pipe scarecrow with a rusted hubcap...

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It was in the morning about ten when We both would go out fishing again Along the nice Rice and Town Creek For God made great scenery to seek. Tall trees they all made much shade; To go, my friend I had to persuade; Pretty soon we would start to fish And catch a big one we would wish. Bright sun had risen...

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The Bombay Grocery (Indian)- North Carolina Shyam*, finds cat food at special rate near the door. Goes to check out to manager of the grocery store Doubting manager asks to bring cat if he has one Shyam returns with his small cat to buy food anon. Next day Shyam comes with a bag in his hand And ask the manager to...

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