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Emily Westfaul Poem
There once was a pink, pig named Bill,
who climbed up a big, big hill.
He climbed to the top
not to be pork chop,
but his big owner found him still.
Copyright © Emily Westfaul | Year Posted 2011
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Emily Westfaul Poem
Darkness closes in
My heart is beating swiftly
The world is silent
Copyright © Emily Westfaul | Year Posted 2011
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Emily Westfaul Poem
It was a quiet, peaceful morning in the vast meadow.
I could hear the thump of hooves as other deer grazed in the valley below,
but across the sea of grass, a sight I feared,
two burly men slowly neared.
I dashed for the woods hoping my herd would do the same,
for the men, I could see, quickly came.
Like cracks of lightning, their gunshots fired.
The safety of the forest, I really desired.
As quickly as it came, the mayhem subsided.
Where I was to go was still undecided.
I moved through the forest with plenty of caution,
trying to ignore my shattering exhaustion.
Suddenly I found the scent of something burning.
My brief moment of peace was rapidly turning.
As I got closer to the source of the smell,
I saw that the men were to blame for this tragedy that was soon to befell.
Their campsite was set ablaze, for they left their fire going.
Now all their belongings were eaten by the fire without them actually knowing.
The flames quickly spread to the trees overhead.
If I didn’t leave soon, in no time I’d be dead.
I swiftly ran from the site,
as the billowing smoke began to block the sunlight.
Everywhere I looked, there were trees on fire.
To escape this inferno is what I aspire.
I finally made it to the safety of the lake,
wondering how much more trauma I’d be able to take.
I sat there watching my home being destroyed.
Leaving my abode, I had always tried to avoid.
The furious fire blazed for hours to come.
I saw the effect of the fire, and it was gruesome.
The pain of the upshot was an arrow in my side.
None of these animals should have ever died.
I was so tired I could have slept for a year.
If I could cry, I would have already shed a tear.
Oh the tragedy! Oh the despair!
How I wish mankind would learn to use fire a little with more care.
Copyright © Emily Westfaul | Year Posted 2011
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Emily Westfaul Poem
I am
the moon.
I bring the light
into the dark, cold
night. I am always
there to guide
you when you get lost.
I might be miles away,
but I'll always seem close
to home. And during
the day, I sit in the
shadows waiting
for night to
come
again.
Copyright © Emily Westfaul | Year Posted 2011
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Emily Westfaul Poem
The sunset blossoms
like a flower in the sky.
See it slowly fade.
Copyright © Emily Westfaul | Year Posted 2011
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Emily Westfaul Poem
Silent and subtle-
The inevitable truth.
I allowed it to take away
My freedom and will.
Like vines slowly spreading-
The silence is slowly coming.
The sun is slowly setting,
And who I am is slowly fleeing.
Oh, how time has passed.
The sun rose-
Lighting on the eaves of youth
Giving way to the daily pleasures.
Now the sun is setting,
And the music is fading.
Time has come to face the dark-
No longer may I flee.
He stretches out his divine hand-
Pulling me out of my darkness
And into the light-
Shining eternal bliss.
Unaware of its passing-
My self is lost.
I leave behind a casted shadow
Soon to be forgotten by all.
Silent and subtle-
The inevitable truth.
No longer may I stay.
No longer may I see.
The sun had risen.
The sun is setting,
And all I am now
Is a name carved in stone.
The inevitable truth-
Always watching from afar.
It urks my fading soul
And takes my final breath.
The sun had set.
My time had come.
The light - so peaceful.
My unspoken song yet to be sung.
Copyright © Emily Westfaul | Year Posted 2015
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