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* On the Horizon

Out on the horizon dances the animals,
free from their bondage that held them once.
They are hidden well you must look hard to see
them through the brush, grass, and the trees.
Enemies, prey for others to eat they were once but,
but now they all are dancing free out on the horizon.

Dedicated to: Dane Ann Smith-Johnson
with Love from: The Keeper (as I said this is what
Heaven must be like.)

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Smells of Spring

smells
of
spring
gentle
rain
falling
on 
the 
thirsty
ground
soaking
into
the
brown
barren
ground 
from 
winters
past
bringing
beauty
green
alive
mowed
the
fragrance
lingering
in 
the
air
the 
smells
of 
spring

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* Foot Prints On the Heart

A day comes when you know
the many people that have come
and gone have left you with
many foot prints on your heart.

The foot print treads imprinted
deep on the heart of one looking
at life differently through eyes,
open now wide taking everything in.

Eyes, once dark, lost, empty seeing
nothing but the ugliness life once held.
Escaping through the boarded up,
windows sealed with black paint.

Seeing the beauty all around embracing,
all that is seen, soaking it in like a sponge,
when wet holds all that it has soaked in.
releasing only when squeezed out.

The foot prints of the many people who,
have come and gone are the sponges
within her heart, squeezing out only the,
ones which held her captive for so long.

Others, she keeps tucked away within,
remembering all of them who have passed.
Their foot prints impacted on the heart of,
the one now with eyes wide open.

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* Clean Slates

                           We are given clean slates.            
                                         What mark we leave on them are 
                                         for others to learn from.

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The Castaways

the castaways  walk alone.
down the many allies, roads.
looking for someone to take,
them in, for a meal, for rest.

for a kind hand to hold them.
to heal their wounds,their
scared,broken,straved bodies.
to be loved,cared for,a home.

thrown out by irresponsible humans.
who thought they were cute once.
kicked to the curb to fend alone.
their cries go unnoticed by so many.

such devastation, they endure because
of the ignorance of mankind.
the castaways walk alone.
down the many roads and allies.

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We Are

I got down on my knees and prayed.
I asked God can he and I talk?
God said my child what's on your mind.
I told God what I wanted to say might blow
his mind away.

So I asked him why he is allowing the turmoil in our nation to go on and on?
I told him quit frankly it is time for it to end.
I feel these people protesting need to stop.
I asked God what do you have to say?

I waited a few minutes and heard please go on.
So I asked him why he allows people to loot and burn down buildings, to threaten and hold  traffic hostage?
To tear down history and to make the laws?

I am angry and mad, tired and frustrated with it all.
I no longer want to listen, nor I care anymore on what happens to anyone.
I was with them at the beginning but now 
I am not.

God is your mind blown away yet?
I need to hear why when so many prayers are going up to you.
Why you just sit and do nothing?
You allow this to continue and it hurts so many lives.

God answered and said to me.
My child I am grieving along with you.
I see and hear everything. 
Be patient and look within and you will see 
whose to blame.

WE ARE THE ONES TO BLAME!!

Rhonda Wilson
June 22, 2020
Copyright ©

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Bad Company

By their company kept by them both
It has been known and a given fact
That many, many monsters are known
to lived in and on our land.

it was raised in bottles of different shapes
and sizes and that's the only time you ever
want to be real, real friends with me.
Tobacco than knocks at yours door and you
try to force them on us.

We call this bad company an when you come
visit us please remind the bottles and the
tobacco that all must be kept on the porch.
When they finish chatting, playing cards than
they pick the bad company outside the door

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Sun Shinning

sun shinning 
sipping coffee
on the swing

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Not All Men Are the Same

You want to live for something
but afraid of that four letter word
'Love'
Someone hurt your heart it made
you locked it away, and up tight
only you hold the key.
Someday you'll meet that person you
want to be with but your will be afraid to
'Love' back.
for he might just hurt you again like the
others.
You want to share with him the fear of 
why it is so hard for you to be close and to
'Love',
him but you decide it is worth the risk this
time. 
So the heart was unlocked,she was very
careful opening it a bit at a time.
'Love' no longer bothers her because she
learned not all men are the same.

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Birds Singing

singing birds
eating bird seed
signs of spring