Squirrel Away Poems - Poems about Squirrel Away

...Don't make yourself smaller Determine: walk taller Be a friendship adorer A - phone your mates - caller Don't squirrel away All your treasures each day Your wonderful existence You light......Read the rest...

...The weight of old age increases with time, dragging spirits down a depressive hole. And taking pills, prescribed to ease your pain, the last years are anything but sublime. You question i......Read the rest...

...Can ‘Religious’ folk claim a connection with God who refuse to condemn the cops’ stopping of those (who refuse to obey), who retreat from police at a walk (not a run), and get shot in the back fo......Read the rest...

... If I could, ...I'd stroll with you in a lovely Autumn wood and gather every golden leaf to save them in a book on each one we'd write our dreams and all our special thoughts to read through......Read the rest...

...Cardinals feeding at the trays, enjoying winter meal abruptly chased off by the Jays, the ones that always steal Suprising all the Doves still here, grabbing little snacks Squirrels "butt-in" to g......Read the rest...

...The Bridge Trees clothed in blazing yellows and flaming reds reach towards the sky in gentle supplication, preparing for their naked winter. Fat orange pumpkins are last gasp of fallow fields. Warm......Read the rest...

...remember it's not the "actual" data it's only the metadata, but we never met a data we didn't love there's treasure in detritus debris with intense Holmesian determination we'll be able to infer and......Read the rest...

...I dream not of a lovers touch, but of a wandering star. That which hangs within the night, asking that I reach far. I dream not of fairy tales, that never make any sense. But of a better real......Read the rest...

...Sweet dog of mine are you waiting for me? I miss your face, your snoring twitching dreams. The joy of a wagging tail beating to its own joy at seeing me, but I'm not seeing you except in pho......Read the rest...

...This is a story to be told About a man of old He said that he would Never rise In the ground would he reside Never would he face God His remains would rot and make sod So he a plan devised ......Read the rest...