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Sarah Cassleman Poem
My heritage is a mixture
Of backgrounds. Let's start on
My Dad's side of the family.
My Dad's mom is Irish and English.
My Dad's dad is Irish and German.
My Mom's mom is Scottish and Irish.
My Mom's dad is blood Hungarian.
So in other words,
I'm a mutt! or as others say,
"Heinz 57!"
Copyright © Sarah Cassleman | Year Posted 2013
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Sarah Cassleman Poem
Here lies the best Grandfather,
One who was very considerate.
Remembering him as a child,
I would sit on his lap.
He was a rare person indeed.
He was a colonel in the Army.
Also superlative of a gentelman.
Here lies the best grandfather,
May he rest in peace.
Copyright © Sarah Cassleman | Year Posted 2013
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Sarah Cassleman Poem
Hello my green, little friend
don't mess with him or you'll have an end.
Alive over eight hundred years,
with his powers, he disappears.
Teaching is one of his strengths,
except for his lengths.
He may be a little bald,
as long as the rest aren't appalled.
Even if he's greenery,
he blends in with the scenery.
He can fight with a saber,
but with good behavior.
For as backwards he talks,
on tiny feet he walks.
This episode is at the end,
so the rebels will apprehend.
Copyright © Sarah Cassleman | Year Posted 2013
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Sarah Cassleman Poem
I'm mysterious
No one can see through my mind
Discovering me
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Sarah Cassleman Poem
No one can see me
I'm an imagination
Keep me an image
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With each stone,
A certain size,
A distinct color,
Water flows gracefully
Over each backbone of the brook.
Along the brook,
The water is pristine,
Yet calm and quiet,
Rolling over stones
And pebbles, the water streams into
A natural spring.
The spring dwells
Eternal life,
Once drank,
Life everlasting.
Offering life after passing.
Copyright © Sarah Cassleman | Year Posted 2013
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Flying like a bird
Over skies and oceans blue
My wing span is huge
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Sarah Cassleman Poem
A frog jumps so high
So high, it jumps to the sky
Gravity pulls frog
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Sarah Cassleman Poem
FDR said, "A radical is a man with both
feet planted firmly in the air."
How inspirational.
How impossible!
A radical is original,
Revolutionary!
Just as long as it's not a
Superficial
Conservative!
Copyright © Sarah Cassleman | Year Posted 2009
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Sarah Cassleman Poem
Recovery is when I wake up
In the morning
And get out of bed.
Recovery is walking out
The door everyday
And going to experience Life.
Recovery is going to work
For some people.
Recovery for others is volunteering.
Recovery is a process of living a
Satisfying and Meaningful
Lifestyle.
Recovery is creating and changing a New Life
For the better with
Values, Goals,
A Healthy Sense of self, and Overcome
Stigma.
Recovery is new attitudes,
Learning New Skills,
It's all about Feelings.
Recovery is
Self Transformation.
A journey once taken, a process to regain one's sense of self.
Copyright © Sarah Cassleman | Year Posted 2011
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