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Emma Duffy Poem
Imagine the sound of bright buzzing bees,
And ripe juicy apples planted on trees.
Imagine the sight of the birds that fly,
Or the airplanes that soar through the sky.
Imagine the fish that swim through the ocean,
And the brown, fuzzy squirrels that cause a commotion.
Imagine the green of the trees and the grass,
Or the adorable little puppies that yelp as you pass.
Imagine the sound of a rushing waterfall,
And the curious monkey that play with a ball.
Imagine the sound of a babies laughter.
Cant you feel the rush of happiness after?
Now imagine life with no buzzing of bees.
No ripe juicy apples to pick off of trees.
Now listen here kid, hear me out straight.
These are the things we don't appreciate.
We take them for granted. Pretty things indeed,
For one day theyll be gone, yet nobody will see.
So notice the little things everyday.
Maybe you'll remember them once they fade away.
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Imagine a world with no buzzing of bees.
Imagine being surrounded by dead old trees.
Now imagine leaving that world behind,
just stop and smell the roses every once in a while.
BY: EMMA DUFFY
Copyright © Emma Duffy | Year Posted 2015
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Emma Duffy Poem
She holds on to him
Scared, worried, afraid
Afraid to loose him
She cant
Not again
A tear falls on her cheek
Remembering the last time she let him go
No
That cant happen again
She squeezes
He tightens his grasp on her
She is grateful that
He is here
Safe
Not dead
Then waking up
Crying because
He is gone
He wont return
She lays in the cold
Surrounding herself with blankets
Only blankets to protect her
Not the one she loves
For the one she loves
Is dead
EMMA DUFFY
Copyright © Emma Duffy | Year Posted 2015
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