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Isaiah Erickson Poem
I had the nicest rooster,
An Orpington named Blaze.
He was around for several years
Until a fox ended his days.
His feathers were burnt orange,
A handsome shade of buff.
A pair of deadly spurs
Made him majestic, fierce,and tough.
A regal disposition,
Amiable for the most.
(Though my mom and younger siblings
Would not usually go to close)
Several years he ruled sovereign,
Though his rivals were not few.
Foes like Caesar,Kristoff,and Caspian,
Were amongst the fowl he knew.
Despite the opposition
(Like Kristoff,Terror of men),
Blaze controlled the throne,
And the guardianship of the hens.
But eventually Blaze was challenged
By Vinnie,the upstart cluck.
Blaze was beaten and chased off,
Suddenly down on his luck.
Forced to go into hiding,
Blaze was in very rough shape.
Between age, and his recent defeat,
He needed time to recuperate.
Then one day,an evil fox
Attacked Blaze in his weakened state.
Though not immediately killing him,
The event sealed Blaze's fate.
Sustaining grievous wounds
He lived for a few more days.
Eventually Death caught up,
And that was the end of Blaze.
Somberly I carried him
To his final resting place-
Deep within the forest,
Where I buried him sound and safe.
"Goodbye,Blaze",I murmured,
As I layed him down to rest.
Sorrowfully I left him,
A heaviness in my chest.
I will dearly miss him,
And be thankful for all the days
We had,when he was with us;
I'll miss you,my rooster Blaze.
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Isaiah Erickson Poem
Praise Jesus Christ!
Who died on the Cross;
Without Thy great Sacrifice
We would all be lost.
From birth until death
You lived on this earth;
Enduring our suffering
To prove Love's worth
Though the sinners were many,
And the darkness was great;
You died to forgive us,
To open Heaven's Gates.
Not three days passed
And You continued Your Plan.
Freed the souls of Purgatory
Down to every last man.
Then You descended to Hell
To address the evil within.
Cast Satan into the abyss
Along with his shackles of sin.
You rose out of the tomb-
A sight to behold!
Your Visage was shining
Even brighter than gold.
After 40 days
You Ascended up high.
You departed from Earth,
As You rose into the sky.
From thence it was said
You would come again.
To Judge everyone
At the very End.
Humanity is selfish;
Ingratitude everywhere.
I bet sometimes it seems
Like nobody cares.
I know You probably don't hear this much,
But I'd like to say thanks
For all that you did for us,
So we might join the heavenly ranks.
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Isaiah Erickson Poem
Crisp chills of air betwixt the leaves;
Uninterrupted,their autumnal descent.
Shed from clusters of molting trees,
Color fades from limbs barren and bent.
Branches shiver in the shifting wind,
Foretelling colder times to come.
Wynorrific,a blood red moon
Strikes fear into the hearts of some.
Dreary clouds adorn the sky,
As mist enshrouds the ground.
Moonlight shadows cast ambient
Cascades of darkness all around.
Loneliness seems surrounding
Throughout this season of change.
Twysts and Turns of Time
Make no two years the same.
Though ever-changing in its nature,
Autumn holds a coveted place
Midst two giants of hot and cold;
A perfect meld of temperate solace.
Hence is Autumn's epitome:
Change and Desolace reign king;
Of Winter's deathly grip
The prophetic winds do sing.
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