Wind Pastoral Poems

Kate:
Stand tall,
Light - Line falling
The sun is calling
So lets ride the rain and go
Let’s go

Lets ride, Michelle
Lets ride

Michelle:
Kate took control of every trip,
We took,
Buying into...

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Paraphrase From The Scriptures 
“LORD, You my Rock, my fortress and my deliverer;
My God is my Rock, in whom I take refuge, 
My shield and...

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Hey  fox cub whaur will ye play the day?  

The forest floor is covered in bronze an gold  

leaf hiding youngsters like...

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Summer resplendent sun glowing
in the photosynthesis of viridescent grass.
Waving blades like long fingers flowing,
the sudden sighing gusts come and pass.

The field lives palpable in the...

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yes he is happy
of course he is happy
because trees have fruit
that needed heat
the wind is strong but it's hot
he walks happily on the peat
there's a...

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Instruction
by Michael R. Burch

Toss this poem aside
to the filigreed and the wild tide
of sunset.

Strike my name,
and still it is all the same.
The onset

of night is...

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Greetings to each of you my dearly beloved brothers and sisters. Please read these seventeen blessings rendered for you in God's grace:

I. May God’s love...

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Soft, simple wind go on a path that is made clear,
Freshly lays anew for each breath that one appear,
The subtle ripple spreads on a course...

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PASTORAL

Yes I remember when this was all fields
Patchworked across the vale to chalky down
The cornfield and the pastures and the weald
That fed the hearts and...

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The old man stood;elbows resting on the old stone wall
Wistfully he gazed over the snow laden field,
Watching the sheep nibble on bales of hay,
He thought...

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Kingdom of Heaven

For there is but one that holds the key
with only one gate of entrance
so that the thief shall not enter
and when his sheep...

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Misty mountain morning
of pastel pink and blue
the wind songs playing through the trees
reminding me of you

The peaks on the horizon
on foggy blankets rest
the coolness of...

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Golden strands wave at me as the psithurism rings
Across the barren fields, stretching like children
Awaiting their mother’s soft caress
Of comfort and presence.

The fabric of dawn...

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I hope i have a pleasant death
somewhere in the wilderness, perhaps
clinging to a shriveled Apple, struggling
 to grow in the blazing sun, in a dusty
field...

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Hear the weather
upon the roof,
Winter is a'coming:
As landscapes 
drowse
Autumn arrives
on the wind:
Wardrobes are
ransacked,
thermostats
turn red-
so earlier to bed...

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