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Ashley Lowery Poem
I watched a while on a summer's day,
Above the field in which I lay:
The clouds take form and assume their place,
And in one I saw a face.
A face obscure and yet familiar.
What name that face? Twas sweet Delia!
For one brief moment I saw her peer;
I felt a subtle grayness near.
That shade of gray between dream and sleep,
When thoughts we think, but do not keep.
I watched a while and in conscious thought,
The elusive dream at last I caught.
Copyright © Ashley Lowery | Year Posted 2005
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Springtime comes on gossamer wings;
Its sun beams down on all God's things.
The fields and woods are first to preen;
Each blade and leaf gives off a sheen.
Tis an emerald dress they wear,
Simple beauty without man's flair.
I look around in spring and swear
God's favorite colour is green.
Copyright © Ashley Lowery | Year Posted 2006
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Ashley Lowery Poem
Give us your poor, your huddled masses,
And we will feed them with the grasses
Made green by political asses.
Copyright © Ashley Lowery | Year Posted 2007
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Someone caught a spoon in bed with a fork,
I assume that's why we now have the spork.
Let's hope they don't catch them with a knife,
Could you imagine a knoon or a fife?
Copyright © Ashley Lowery | Year Posted 2007
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O if God and I were as one,
I would take from the world the sun;
And let man see forever night,
Then watch to see if he would fight.
Copyright © Ashley Lowery | Year Posted 2007
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Love is like a flower,
It will grow and live;
Beauty to the beholder
Its offering to give.
As it grows older,
Therein the problem lies;
Its beauty doth fade,
It withers and dies.
Yet remember always
In the mists of gloom;
Hope springs eternal,
A flower again may bloom.
Copyright © Ashley Lowery | Year Posted 2005
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There once was a domestic diva named Stewart,
Who started a decorating empire and grew it.
It seems everthing she touched turned to gold,
Until she fell victim to that adage of old;
She succumbed to greed and promptly blew it.
Copyright © Ashley Lowery | Year Posted 2005
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In the gray dawn,
surrounded by prairie,
a lone buffalo.
A symbol of heritage,
it sheds a tear;
Not for the dead,
but the living.
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In the middle of an overwarm
December,
A single yellow rose blooms
from withered leaf and thorn.
Its beauty radiates from petals
brushed with Heaven's gold;
And I am reminded of a star
guiding three wisemen to a
savior born.
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Today I found a jewel
Lost amongst the grasses.
A Faberge of nature
Fit for all the masses.
An object of adornment,
Its treasure now concealed;
Never to know its purpose
Or have purpose revealed.
Copyright © Ashley Lowery | Year Posted 2005
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