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Lori Ingram Poem
They rode the bus with me today
From our town to the big city
she, so dainty, hands crossed, old hands.
Ankles crossed ever so slightly,
so very ladylike.
He had his arm aorund her,
Protecting her from the cold window
when the train went to and fro too.
She would look at him
with such love and trust.
He loves her too, ever so much.
How many years they have been together
he seemed to say.
With the good years and the bad
we have each other still.
Yes she said to him,
Rosa and Klause rode the bus with me today.
Copyright © Lori Ingram | Year Posted 2011
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Lori Ingram Poem
I Will Remember You
As the wind blows, I will remember you.
The gentleness of summer breezes will tickle my face.
And I will remember you.
The fragrance of the rose whispering up to me,
as it rains your tears will touch my face and
I will remember you.
I see in each flower the softness from your eyes.
Each leaf from a tree is a reminder of your love.
I see your smile in the sunshine.
You have been taken away from me now,
but as the world puts her arms around me,
I will remember you.
Copyright © Lori Ingram | Year Posted 2011
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Lori Ingram Poem
AMERICA
America wept today, as the world with her.
She lost a good son, one of honor, respected and revered.
A hero of America, 40th president of the USA.
All the world came to see, to mourn.
He gave America back her pride, her glory.
He tore down the wall of evil.
He helped set the world free.
Our hero is gone now, but surely not forgotten.
He will live in our hearts and minds forever.
Goodbye my friend, goodbye.
Ronald Reagan’s funeral
Copyright © Lori Ingram | Year Posted 2008
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JUST LISTEN
As I lay myself gently down,
I hear the water caressing the rocks, leaping, splashing.
I hear the hawk above me, cawing, screaming.
I hear the woodpecker knocking, tat, tat, tat.
The rain is closing off the world around me.
Thunder is rolling, crashing.
The wind is blowing around me.
I hear the sounds of my people.
Just listen.
Water flowing softly down the stream,
Washing away my fears.
The hawk, hovering over me, telling me to be brave.
The woodpecker, tat, tat, tat, telling me to keep trying.
The rain, telling me it will be clear soon.
Thunder rolling, telling me to go on.
The wind is sighing, swaying in the trees, telling me to
Just listen.
Copyright © Lori Ingram | Year Posted 2008
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