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The strength of one that’s young and bold.
The patience of one who’s wise and old.
Is it false, or is it facts?
Are the reigns pulled tight, or are they lax?
Which would you prefer?
Or, in giving your’ answer, would you defer?
Life is about choice.
About heart, soul, and voice
Copyright © Leah Yoho | Year Posted 2009
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My home, the land of the rolling hills.
Where the trees embrace in mutual respect.
Who can truly understand the mystery of the hills without living among them?
I have learned much from the flowing waters.
I have spoken with the spirits of the earth.
I have discovered it's fiery soul.
I have sung with the whispering winds.
They have told me the same thing.
"I am STRONG,"
"I am POWERFUL,"
"I AM WEST VIRGINIA!"
Copyright © Leah Yoho | Year Posted 2008
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A dare to dream, a dream to dare.
The gift of dreamers everywhere.
Pirates dream of treasure and the open sea.
Birds dream of sailing the sky.
Your dreams await you now.
So set them lose and watch them fly.
Copyright © Leah Yoho | Year Posted 2008
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The old straw hat was worn,
Its top center was torn.
Some scissors and thread,
Fixed the hole in its head.
Till it is worn out once more.
Copyright © Leah Yoho | Year Posted 2008
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Nature most devine.
Blossoms dancing in the breaze.
Trees singing their songs.
Copyright © Leah Yoho | Year Posted 2008
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The moon yawned
The wind roared
The earth is fond
of my heart that soars.
The rivers all run
The trees dance
Nature as one
Love by chance.
Copyright © Leah Yoho | Year Posted 2008
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Spring awakens new
Summer blooms, grows, and lives long
Fall and winter dies
Copyright © Leah Yoho | Year Posted 2008
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Society labels all that we do.
Driving is for the old,
and playing is for the young.
Yet one thing remains for both to share.
Nature.
Too not only see the beauty of the hills, but to feel them and hear them sing.
Every hill has a story, and every tree and deer path, maybe more.
Every creek and stream can whisper secrets from the past,
telling the story of others who stopped to drink from the same waters.
One life doesn't have to end for a new one to begin.
Life can become endless, if you know how to make it last, it's one of the secrets of nature.
To be shared with the young and the old.
No restrictions apply.
(Old and young in this poem refers to adults and kids)
Copyright © Leah Yoho | Year Posted 2008
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I feel like the 8-ball in a game of pool.
Not exactly the best looking ball on the table, but definitely the last one that you want to
mess with!
Then there are the people who remind me of the "white ball."
They're always doing their best to knock anyone they come in contact with into a "pocket."
What the "white balls" never realize is that, eventually, they'll get sucked down too.
In retrospect, I'm glad I'm the "8-ball," true to myself and the last to go down.
That's right! Me, the 8-ball, and proud of it!
Copyright © Leah Yoho | Year Posted 2008
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Is there such a day as "Today?"
The evidence points to yes.
Some say to put off 'till tomorrow.
But the only day we seem to meet,
Is today.
There will never be a time
When I ask "are you enjoying tomorrow?"
Why then, are we so fixated on a day that never comes?
Some say "why do today what you can put off 'till tomorrow..."
But what is today, but yesterday's tomorrow?
Copyright © Leah Yoho | Year Posted 2010
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