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Carol Barbee Poem
There sat in my chair, a sighting
when the earth quivered no delighting.
Out the window I watched it flow;
down the grade, heaps, icy snow.
The mask of skiers not revealed;
rescue workers rushed in to unseal.
They scattered about with their tools in hand,
dug for life that had a plan.
In all that commotion I did see'
deep the emotion when skiers were freed.
Copyright © Carol Barbee | Year Posted 2009
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Carol Barbee Poem
Fireflies in light of darkness
fills the air and sprinkles upon us;
landing softly in long hairs duty
surrounding body within beauty.
Copyright © Carol Barbee | Year Posted 2009
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Carol Barbee Poem
the wrong of right
to write the wrong
one communities spit
will never be light
thoughts are pursistant
can never quit this
intensity of commities
strugle for life is pretty
Copyright © Carol Barbee | Year Posted 2009
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Carol Barbee Poem
My major pain
two bit wit turned
switched
My major
bent over twisted
stained rained
betrayed is frayed
lame
My major lure
pure to endure
denial so
smile
Copyright © Carol Barbee | Year Posted 2009
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