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Kevin Bole Poem
Dancing neatly,moving freely,
hopping,popping merrily around,
gliding o,er morn dew fields,
along beaches with mist o,briny,
tireless,in control,without a sound.
Painting pictures,colour canvas,
being part of what you see,
soft in texture,truth in meaning,
brushing up with the moods,
of the land and of the sea.
Cascading strings besound the harp,
drifts on high in acoustic hall,
dream along with closed eyes,
orchestra playing the piece in time,
conducted by the batons rise and fall.
Written words the poets children,
surely born to play with tease,
rhyme in time,change in metre,
sensing moments,act on reason,
with respite to catch the breese.
Copyright © Kevin Bole | Year Posted 2009
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Kevin Bole Poem
I cast a shadow on this earth,
a passing cloud then gone,
phasing in, then out, then in,
full in strength, then fading dim,
a unique part of one.
Copyright © Kevin Bole | Year Posted 2009
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