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Sheri Evans Poem
He landed on my window sill
one sunny, summer day.
His ruffled feathers looked as though
he'd flown a long, long way.
Neither moved and as he sat
l looked him over good.
Decided that, from all I knew
he looked the way he should.
I finally went to get a bowl
some water and some bread.
Then carefully I placed it down
and watched him as he fed.
And as the sun began to set
I knew the time had come.
He gave a chirp, then off he flew,
to wherever he was from.
So, even though the chance is slim
there is no harm in hoping.
That he recalls there is a place,
the window's always open.
Written by,
Sheri Lynne Evans
February 7, 2020
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Sheri Evans Poem
Some days
are bright and sunny,
While others
pour the rain.
Some days
are just confusing,
And strain
a tired brain.
Some days
are overwhelming,
While others
bore the dead.
Some days
are aggravating,
And make
you wish for bed.
Some days
are made for working,
With others
meant to rest.
But the day
that I awaken,
Is by far
the very best.
written by,
Sheri L. Evans
February 5, 2003
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Sheri Evans Poem
I'm never behind you
I'm never ahead,
I keep in the shadows
beside you instead.
No matter the distance
how near or how far,
Wherever you wander
I'm right where you are.
If today or tomorrow
you think that you might,
Need me for something
look left or look right.
Written by,
Sheri Lynne Evans
2004 or 2005
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Sheri Evans Poem
When in between
the black and white,
It's hard to know
what's wrong from right.
And though they say
to trust your heart,
Compassion's eye
might skip this part.
The things in grey
can sometimes be,
The truth you need
and hard to see.
So answers sought
that lie between,
With open mind
can then be seen.
Written by,
Sheri Lynne Evans
March 11, 2008
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Living in the country
I finally understand,
The frustration of the farmer
and, the importance of our land.
With the senseless self destruction
of the air, our seas and land,
We destroy the strong traditions
passed down through father's hand.
And, traditions build foundations
that foreclosures strip away,
Polluting with our progress
more land with each new day.
Combining self destruction
with the banker's auctioneer,
We sacrafice the future
for the children we hold dear.
If we'd let the past be guidance
maybe then we'd understand,
And, learn from our forefathers
respect for life and land.
Written by,
Sheri Lynne Evans
October 11, 2008
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Sheri Evans Poem
As the wind whispers
through the trees,
A conversation
rides the breeze.
It echoes out
the sound of word,
An angel's voice
is what I've heard.
And when they know
you've heard their sound,
God steps in,
and clouds abound.
Then angels tears
disguised as rain,
Are sent from God
to ease your pain.
So, if the wind
calls out your name,
Your prayers were heard
and, angels came.
Written by,
Sheri Lynne Evans
February 5th, 2001
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Sheri Evans Poem
Time will not forget me,
it can never be erased.
The past we shared together,
the love that we embraced.
In your memories I will linger,
as the shadows come with night.
Broken vows still bind us
to a love, so wrong, so right.
Written by,
Sheri Lynne Evans
February 7, 2006
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Sheri Evans Poem
As I am driving down this lonesome highway,
the beauty overtakes the silence.
It's then I finally began to see what my youth
had never noticed.
All this time I failed to enjoy the simplicity
of the ever changing yet, continuous beauty
which surrounds me.
Although aware, I was too concerned with
the trivial nonsense that thrives on immaturity.
I now know and have a better understanding
of what is truly important.
So as I reach my destination,
I am reluctant to stop and release the moment.
Instead of complying to responsibility, I turn
and continue with invigoration and a feeling
of contentment.
Now again, I am driving down this highway but,
I am no longer lonely.
I am humbled by the knowledge of whom,
and what are really important to me.
I am in the only company I will ever need
and I am grateful for this, "awakening within."
Written by,
Sheri Lynne Evans
January 24, 2005
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What's happened to the moment
always looking to the next,
While time keeps passing by us
for reasons we forget.
Then twenty years are gone
before we are upset,
To have missed so many moments
for reasons we regret.
And with, moments now a lifetime
each next one we pray not,
To have missed for no good reason
we regret or have forgot.
Written by,
Sheri Lynne Evans
February 13, 2006
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Just like the stalk
Jack grew out of beans,
You are the product
of mom and dad's genes.
There's family who've passed
whom you never knew.
Yet, some of their genes
are also in you.
So, from family and God
your seed got it's start,
And all of their love
lives on in your heart.
Written by,
Sheri Lynne Evans
January 27, 2020
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