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Amanda Rivers Poem
A place with no walls
A lone seagull that caws
The sea drifting in a swell toward shore
A picture painted, tacked onto the door
A thousand colors and a thousand sounds
No words to be spoken or to be found
A chair that rocks back and forth
A knitted quilt spread out at north
The fire pit spent and embers waning
A beautiful scene even when raining
A polished heirloom on a satin sash
A woman seated with no regard to the ash
Time here is unmoving, untelling
Each moment has its own chapter
Like the sun warming the gray rocks
The fluff of the clouds passing above
This and more are what the woman loves.
Copyright © Amanda Rivers | Year Posted 2020
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Amanda Rivers Poem
Freshly fallen snow and a cold winter breeze,
This is all I ask for Christmas, please,
Warm blankets and a hot cup of tea,
I'll read a good book and have Santa watching over me,
Oh, the joys of Christmas, how they bring me cheer,
When it’s over, I'll just celebrate again next year!
Copyright © Amanda Rivers | Year Posted 2020
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