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Wynter Philip Poem
She used to seem so young, her fur it shone like gold. She snuggled up to you,
on the nights that were stormy and cold.
Her eyes were forever shining big, bright and brown. She never failed to make
you smile when you were down.
Although she couldn't talk to you, she always understood. When you sad, and
needed to talk she would listen as best she could.
She would listen to all your problems, but never give away, the secrets you
shared with her on that very day.
As she grew old, and she slowed down-her eyes still shone big, bright and
brown,
Then came the moment we all feared, we cried in anger , we shed our tears.
All we have now is the memories we put away, and her ashes left to lay.
We sit here thinking our will not mend, but we remember she died as our best
friend.
Copyright © Wynter Philip | Year Posted 2007
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Wynter Philip Poem
As you tiptoed through a garden like me, not wanting to step on any plants; you
saw bee's, a humming bird and a million dancing ants.
The lazy daisy's yawned away, while newly grown buds jumped and played.
Tulips were dancing with fireflies, and wilting roses said their goodbye's.
Daffodils sent out their love, wildly and free, you smiled as the sun shone down
so warmly.
As the sun laid down, the moon rose up in her evening gown.
The stars came up one by one, some darting around and having fun.
Tomorrow is an other day, the sun will come up and the flowers will play.
So be careful when walking through a garden like me, for there's more to a
garden then the eyes can see.
Copyright © Wynter Philip | Year Posted 2007
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