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Steven Kittinger Poem
Here we go again
Off on the Road
Off on the Wind
Off we Travel
Off we Go
To the end of the Lane
To the end of the Earth
We travel on
We travel oni
Copyright © Steven Kittinger | Year Posted 2006
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Steven Kittinger Poem
Do you hear the sound?
The soft, sweet gurgle of life.
Do you see the sight?
The glittering, dancing rainbow of light.
Do you feel its body?
The running, flowing liquid of might.
Do you taste its essence?
The pure, pleasurable nectar of all that is right.
Copyright © Steven Kittinger | Year Posted 2006
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Steven Kittinger Poem
The leaves are green
in the colorful trees.
The strong wind blows
through the tree-lined rows.
It is an orchid of life
capturing bright rays of light.
Children we are made
by those tall oaks of age.
It is the forest of our home
where one day again we'd like to roam.
Copyright © Steven Kittinger | Year Posted 2006
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