Treck Poems - Poems about Treck

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... Long long ago, when my parents first met, They Fell in love like everyone.... And Started that long treck. Perhaps like you, they fell in love! And they found out there was more Than j......

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...It is going to be a long ride, I was told Before the first foot was placed, Left or right, I don't remember, It never mattered, it was I who was alone! Solitary ranger, how long till your legs ......

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...I've spent the evening hunting, as I'm wont to do and choosing for tonight an older lass, I hold the shop door open while she passes through and as it closes, watch her in the glass Her face is......

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...The butterfly is back. I saw him land in sun, just where the bin had been, before today's collection. This one I had not seen since boyhood tracks by field and hedge, and hunting for a nest and ......

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...I can sometimes be an incredible wreck Mentally and physically my path is hard to treck. As a child I was most surely depressed Possibly from seeing my beautiful mother overly stressed I never ......

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...A brilliant sun says carpe diem The northerly breeze roars A veranda's open arms invite But warmth inside implores Ambiguous turmoil lingers Blue cloudless sky welcomes Just a little trec......

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...The last journey Is when you shall depart Not to an exotic island For a holiday Neither to a mountain For a treck That day when you depart The last journey Is when you shall depart Not wi......

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...At home your mind falters and tugs at you. Dragging you to a desolate place, A place you know too well. In that same mind, lies the answer. The answer to the faltering and tugging. At......

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...At morning it starts with a day, When everyone says yeah! The milkman comes at the door and knocks, And then the maid shocks. I drink milk but before that I brush Then I got a call of sparsh......

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...ARMSTRONG IS GONE. This great leg who steped places Not all men would treck His vibrant head that was always Blessed Not all sence can learn, Armstrong, destinies wagon, the Golden legend Sur......

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