Scooting Poems - Poems about Scooting

... Move over Matilda… Waltz with Galinda. There’s a new Aussie bush ballad in town! Introducing Waltzing Galinda — a cheeky, heartwarming tribute to Aussie folklore, with a twist! Starri......

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... This morning, my yard was hopping with squirrels and rabbits busily shopping for pine needles, berries, and cones, perfumes, oils, and sweet colognes, to entice partners for this......

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...Dream Song of the Thunders Chippewa saying translation by Michael R. Burch Sometimes I bemoan my “plight” when all the while the wind bears me across the immense sky. What is life? The f......

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...These are poems about shadows, poems about darkness, poems about shades in the form of ghosts and spirits... Shadows by Michael R. Burch Alone again as evening falls, I join gaunt shadows......

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...EPIGRAMS IV Improve yourself by others' writings, attaining freely what they purchased at the expense of experience. —Socrates, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Are mayflie......

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...THE SQUIRREL EPISODE First off…I don’t hate squirrels…they have a kind of rodent charm… although they monopolize the bird feeder…I do not wish them any harm. Squirrels and I we are all creatur......

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...Deep in the village, far from city's charm and gleam, Primitive childhood days, with toys of mud we’d dream, Swinging on tall tree branches, our airplanes up the skyways, Butt scooting down the an......

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...I spot him scooting along the dining room sideboard Twitching all over, he peers into the kitchen Cautiously, he advances a step or two then he pulls up, looks around, sniffs the air.........

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...Monday- Mind those that are walking and who concentrate on talking. Tuesday- Watch those that are cycling, they avoid puddles to try and keep their bike clean. Wednesday- Look for those that ar......

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...School is in session, and we are all spiffed with shine. Our hair is slicked back, we are scooting in free and fine. Laughter is prominent as we see our school friends once again. By two-thirty we......

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...I had heard of a gingerbread house, but a gingerbread mouse? This story was told to me by a liar, a scoundrel, a louse. The gingerbread mouse was living in a cracker box – Ritz. If anyone shook it......

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...My vocabulary is scooting up like a weed in a as-fault jungle I mean, it's so incredulous how many unhackneyed words I've cognized lately... So I'm going to give me a standing ovula......

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...Hubble bubble toil and trouble I have water on the brain The continuous flooding It is driving us all insane Rivers are overflowing So are dams and creeks Farmers are not sowing And losing the......

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...Scrubbing dishes in a cold kitchen, on a tabletop rats nibble through a leather bible cover. She turns, a lock of sweat matted hair over one eye, shakes a red knuckle at a wailing child sat on......

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...It always started with smiles welcome greetings confirming pick up times, to the walk towards the building, into the building into an apartment pretty well lit. The couch to the left, the room straig......

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