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Melanie Dickie Poem
Stars are our nightlights
Glowing and illuminating the dark night
Like a brightly lit flashlight.
Stars come out and play
Twinkling twinkling as they may
Like diamonds strung against the pitch-black night
Shining shining
Until they fade out.
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The woodpecker pecks gracefully on the house.
It’s bothersome knocks wake me from a sound sleep.
I wonder why?
What a foolish animal
Does it not know that the house
Is not a tree.
The woodpecker pecks gracefully on the side of the house.
It’s bothersome raps wake me from a sound sleep.
I stumble out of bed in a sleepy fog and walk outside
To somehow quiet the loud clatter.
I walk up to the house
The small woodpecker is startled
And hastily flies away
He perches on a small branch
And looks at me.
I leave the woodpecker to his business
In hope he would get bored
And depart for my house’s sake.
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What a cold January day,
The frost lays on the ground like a blanket
Not even the determined woodpecker
Has come out to tap on the side of the house.
All is quiet in this small town
The blackbirds pick at the unturned dirt
Hoping to find some kind of food
The sun pokes its head through the clouds
And cast light on the frost bitten earth.
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The car
The party
All runs through my head
The stupid decision to drive
Instead of asking a friend
The tears keep coming
Although I wish to stop
The stupid decision
To drive and not walk.
The road where you wrecked
Was close at heart
Sitting there we wished on stars
Laughed out loud in the dark.
All the memories we shared
Could never compare to
The loved one we lost there.
Shattered glass lay on the side of the road
Where you wrecked that horrible day
Now a beautiful cross gives way
Memories we lost Memories we shared
Give way to you in Heaven somewhere.
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What a place 2 be
So beautiful so majestic are thee
Flowers bloom in the meadows
Harvesters in the fields
Cows mooing in the pasture
As the sun shines over the hills
Country roads that lead to no where
Lil log cabins sitting there
Fog a dew cover the night air
Like a thin blanket hung up there
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Aubie the dachshund is sitting at the door whining.
I wonder what he wants..I get up and walk angrily towards the door
He continues his annoying whining and simply turns around
I walk back to my seat and he just sits,and stares
Letting out a slight whimper here and there.
He doesn’t want out I offered that
Could he want a treat?
Yes.I walk to the closet to where the treat are kept and
Hand him one.
This sparks excitement in milo..who then wants one also.
Aubie,such a enthusiastic and nosy animal
But most puppies are I suppose.
Always into something..
But also a friendly and loving creature
Never meeting a stranger
Dogs r such simple animals
Wanting nothing more than love and affection
Dogs are very similar to us humans
All we want and need is food,love.and affection
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How innocent are thee?
Sleeping in your crib
So peacefully
Children look up 2
Watching everything you do
How sweet it is to watch a child grow
And mature
To buying their first car
And celebrating graduation
Their first prom
The day they settle down
In a nice home
And have kids.
Child of mine
How sweet is thee?
To watch u grow up and get married
How proud to say that I’m your mother today.
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What a mighty artwork of nature
So tall and strong
Birds perch on its stout branches
And sing heavenly songs
Squirrels scamper along its
Hardy trunk
Gathering nuts I suppose
Its branches full of green
Cast shadows on the most likely things
It’s leaves turn golden, red, and orange
What a delightful sight,
The tree so bitter and bare
Doesn’t cast a shadow here or
There
It shivers in the cold night air
Hoping for spring hoping for change
To gather its green leaves
And cast shadows once again
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The leaves are whirling in the wind
Clouds a stirring
What a warm January day.
The squirrels have come out to play
Running and scurrying all the way.
The sun is hiding somewhere
Somewhere way up high
The warmth of a January Day
Warms the heart in everyway
Trees in motion swaying and
Swooping with a notion.
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The piercing sound of a roosters crow
Wakes me from a sound slumber.
I quietly stumble out of bed
I walk to the bay window and glance out
Into the corn fields. What a beautiful day.
I thought as I hastily put on my clothes
A bright, sunny, warm day
I walk out on the front porch
Where mom and I had played games
The night before
The warm crisp summery breeze brushes
By me.
The sun casts its radiant light on my
Flushed cheeks
And casts its shadows on the old red barn
I catch a whiff of a sun kissed watermelon
Still on the vine.
Off in the distance I hear the dull wale of a herd of cows
Chuck our old German Shepard lazily strolls by
And settles down on a pile of hay dad had raked
Next to the house a few weeks back
Tired I suppose from chasing birds.
What a peaceful day it is out here in the country
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