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These Hallowed Fields

The crack of the bat,
The roar of the crowd,
The smell of the earth,
In these hallowed fields.

The taste of the hotdog,
The sun in my face,
The warm gentle breeze,
In these hallowed fields.

The windup of the pitcher,
The call of the ump,
The anger of the batter,
In these hallowed fields. 

The cheer of good friends,
The closeness of family,
The kiss of my spouse,
In these hallowed fields.

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There's A Monster Watching TV With Me!

There’s a Monster Watching TV With Me!
by Lanier Thomas

I know there is a monster watching over my shoulder.
I wouldn’t think that if I were only a bit older.
I feel it whenever I watch cartoons on my TV.
I think it enjoys each and every one as much as me.
I’ve never seen the monster, at least I do not think so.
When I do look I see my old black striped tabby cat, though.
As I get older I won’t have this weird situation.
Mom says I will outgrow my wild imagination.

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Eagle

Eagle
by Lanier Thomas

Safely soaring above the sky
The eagle continues to fly.
On stately wings that glide on air
Like drifting dreams without despair.
Onward over the horizon it goes
And calls us to follow its repose.

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Rain

Sitting by the window drinking my coffee
Watching the rain falling from dull leaden skies.
It’s as if a gray drape is drawn about me
And I no longer hear the crow as it cries.
It is peaceful and there is nothing I see
Because the rain draws a veil before my eyes. 
But I am comfortable and dry inside
As I watch the rain storm and simply abide.

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You Are Still Beautiful

There is a dogwood tree planted in our front lawn.
It reveals its beauty with each glorious dawn.
It was pretty when young, but lovelier with age.
Majestic white flowers, like modeling on stage.

You gave your body so our children could be born.
I know you think you look rotund and very worn.
Yet, to me you are still as beautiful as when
Our first date and first kiss and our love did begin.

So, don’t think I will want any other woman.
I could not do that and see myself a true man.
I love you for yourself and just the way you are.
You are lovelier than the whitest dogwood flow’r.

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Deep Purple Dreams

Headphones on my head
Deep Purple heavy rocking
Sleep with metal dreams

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Flags

Flags    

Such a delicately beautiful flower
With a subtle refined and heavenly scent
It stands above the others like a tower
And its sweet perfume into the air is spent
Though it doesn’t have a great deal of power
It leaves most everyone peacefully content
It adorns gardens of houses everywhere
And is planted in graveyards to show folks care

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Rest From My Labors

Rest From My Labors
by Lanier Thomas

I’ve been acquainted with war and violence
And escaped, me thought, to a land of silence.
But war followed me and gave me no rest, hence
I must meet, face to face, war’s dread countenance.

I will have no peace till my foes lie in death;
No rest, till mine enemy spends his last breath.
I bid my love goodbye and shoulder my pack;
Pick up my gun, knowing not if I’ll be back.

I’ll love you beyond the valley of my death;
I will wait for you where love ever liveth.
But God will judge the right of what I have done,
And I’ll dwell in the eternal land I’ve won.

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The Valley

The Valley
by Lanier Thomas

One
by one
I saw them
leave because they
Were hurting too much
For them to wish to stay
Yet I found God was willing
To dispense His mercy and love
While carrying me through the valley
Guarding and healing me with gentle glove.

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The Other Side of Nowhere

The other side of nowhere

Clear running water.
The other side of nowhere.
In the deep forest.

A place we once played.
Away from the scorching sun.
As children we joyed.