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Phebe Selby Poem
I heard a sound so distinct it rang in my ears for hours,
Yet writing it down and expressing the sound make take to long,
So instead I'll summerize the great suprize, as walking in the hall,
Walking slowly silence was peaceful, the halls in our house were happy,
Looking up at all our pictures and our beautiful family.
Four children smiling for the camera, I saw their face so nicely,
When all at once I heard it , that sound that came from the hall.
Stunning and shocking, expressively loud!!! Who could make that sound?
Giggling and scrampering, running quickly around, feet were shifting,
Sometimes jumping and lots of bumping and laughing in the hall!
Laughing they were! About something unheard,
Just something is what they said, and then off they went to bed.
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Drip, Drip, Drip, a trickle from the facet of my kitchen sink,
Sitting quietly I hear the thump as each drop hits the stainless steel,
Understanding the ways of life not always as we wish,
Just an annoying little sound while we wait,
Something to keep me from true peace,
But I think I,ll make a song of it and play my fork and spoon,
And find a way to pass the time until noon.
At noon the plumber comes to fix my facets leak,
To shut off any sound from my kitchen sink.
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Did you hear?
Softly gently a breeze tiptoed past me, into the bushes and the trees,
Gently gliding around the leaves, playing with them turning and laughing at me, whipping
my hair and calming again,
How silly is the wind!! Graciously whispering that Fall is hear to tickle my ear.
To slip away as I walk down the path with the vines on the houses and yellow and white,
marigolds twirl to say hello,
The bluebirds chasing each other, the leaves chasing them,
The leaves chase everything the cat, the dog, the people passing by,
A squirrel in a whirl over a leaf riding the wind!
Carefully the wind has disappeared again, the green bushes and trees are waiting for a rush,
From their friend the wind,
So quietly still they stand,
My face is chilly, but not freezing,
My hands hoping to feel the breeze again,
Oh where is the wind? Oh where is my friend?
Around the corner, my hair flies away my skin gently pushed tighter it is my friend,
Whispering to me fall has begun. Oh what fun!!!
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There are so few days in this time we have to say just what we mean,
And sometimes feelings get in our way , losing thoughts,
Insisting time must stand still just to take away the questions,
Why, Where, When , Who, and What to start us in the pathway of thinking.
But without blinking I find hope in seeking the answers when I,m lost in a feeling.
Looking inward stopping time and asking myself is this really that important.
Yes the questions still flow, yet underneath the surface one step at a time,
I seek the Answers.
I find Hope, I listen, and in an instant light shines on a minute of relief.
Then without doubt keeping the faith I find another question to my answer,
Swirls of interesting search happens with joy inbetween.
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Floating, squares in my cup,
Light is shining in the bottom,
Bright rays throughout the day,
Just from a cold, satisfying drink.
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Reaching gently, touch the water, soft flow of peace on my fingers,
bending low to look deep to the bottom, crystal clear,
rocks look like their moving
Gurgling sound comforts my soul, sunshine warms my skin, releaves strain,
Rushed thoughts pass away, I begin to rest.
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Rush hour seems to have started at 5:00 A.M.
With lots of running and no time to waste,
Finding shoes, grabbing lunches, rushing to the door,
Hoping to make the clock slow down with no ticking anymore.
There is some laughter, a little pushing and some skipping,
But no time to just sit down.
Thinking and waiting and then it starts again,
Children jumping in the car and talking begins.
Nice to hear their voices even though, were still,
Rushing to the house to cook and clean and start,
The running with the rushing all over, Bless our hearts!!
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Gentle breeze threw the trees, walks me past the falling leaves,
Chasing each other to the ground to bring color all around,
Red, Yellow, Green, Orange and Brown, keep on falling down,
I rescued one and held on to it for just a moments time,
And then again I let it loose the wind swept it up and then down,
Threw the air it played a while and then I smiled ,
What would fall be without the falling leaves............
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