Seesawing Poems - Poems about Seesawing

...Can you feel the tendrils falling? Autumnal threads only visible to the sensory sight of the soul a receptivity and prenotion that sweeps over you ever so lightly. Then, even though the sun is......

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...I'd say it was late Spring or early Fall in 1954, a quiet time in American history; and Mr. Eisenhower was The President. There was a sweet and kind teacher hard at work, teaching kindergartners ......

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...Yet these seconds brought exquisite joy as I watched my young daughter playing with her toys so peaceful she looked, yet tense too as she played her concentration intense, she was in a world of he......

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