Reseed Poems - Poems about Reseed

...Anything you do is like what you’ve done Anything you find is like what you’ve found Anything you say is like what you’ve said Anything you dream is like what you’ve dreamt Wherever you roa......

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...St Oswald's church is huddled in the vale of Grasmere. Yew trees along avenues relinguish cones between the granite tombs in shadows decked, their muted roots reseed as tiny trailing fingers fee......

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...Marigolds are supposed to reseed themselves And so they do, as do roses and other perennials Weeds of course are notorious for reseeding themselves I have renegade trees all over my yard too, with......

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...In and out the cave of heart blood flows in and out flows life irrigating plants and mammals feet top tree head heights sipping food from earth and clouds and from sun its milky light growing b......

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...Eyes are for seeing. Ears are for hearing. Noses are for smelling and breathing both in and out. Mouths are for tasting both bitter hard and sweet soft truths, trusts and mistrusts, cooperati......

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...wood rod beats wild rice into forked pole pushed canoe spilled grain next year’s crop Long Tooth June 20, 2016 Poet's notes: Among the American indian tribes who lived alongside the rivers,......

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...Bugs, spiders and an insect-free world, Dangerous animals were gone, Snakes disappeared, Crocodiles, alligators, and sharks, No longer exist, Children could swim happy and free, Nothing was ali......

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...Samra comes here often Pretending she wants to buy stuff Or is looking for something What she is really look for though is me She wants to know who iam She wants to know what I do She wants to kn......

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...Raining acorns, plentiful supply Trees of the forest feed Squirrels, deer, field rats, chipmonks eat Some are cracked and reseed Those acorns that pour in the yard A nuisance can truly be ......

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...In our hands has come the power to make deserts bloom in shades yet, to grow within we need aide. Much alike are we, all flower. The leaf which draws like fingered hands the field, and mountain make......

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...I don’t know where dreams go.. Maybe they take form in the sky a genesis of nothing but cloud castles, building subdivision into an eternity where no one’s ever home. Or maybe the winds dri......

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