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Misty Thomason Poem
The words are turned around
the writing is backwards
the book is upside down
The teachers are frustrated
Some don't know what to do
Suggesting I go to a private school.
The Private school can not handle
A child so far behind
I am three grades behind
I feel so alone, the schools don't want me
because I am so far behind
I see things in other ways
Kids say I am dumb
Kids tease me all the time
they even knock me to the ground
They say I am different
Maybe I am
But what do they know?
For I am Dyslexic
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Rock it to the left
Rock it to the right
Dinosaurs rocking through the night
Grass is growing
Waters flowing
Angel glowing in the sky
As the T-Rex goes flying by
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War Cries going up and down
through the valley of death
and the trail of tears all around
A golden eagle flies overhead
as each of his warriors return to
their bedsnn
He is a chief, a leader of man
and the future of a tribe that will one
day be Custer’s Last Stand
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Misty Thomason Poem
The Easter Bunny has come and gone,
Hippity Hoppity Hoorah
Next it will be Happy Thirty-ninth Birthday to me
Oh what a joyous day that will be
Soon it will be the fourth
Now that is a wonderous night
when the sky lights up with red, blue and white
Then off to Trick or treating we go,
Wearing all those darn pantyhose.
Turkey day will soon appear
Now that is my time of year
Santa isn't far behind,
With blitzen as the last in line
Hope all of your holidays stay safe and warm
So the circle of life continues on
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Flowers blossoming in the air
scent of freshness everywhere
Tiger lillies flowing in the breeze
even though they make me sneeze
Cool, Crisp water flowing freely
Mountain breezes blowing extremely
through the valley of Easter to come
Love flows freely in the wind
the power of romance will unbend
Angels singing in the sky
Horses neighing in the nigh
The Easter Bunny is on the run
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Through the eyes of a pirate I might be
A sunset on the ocean's seas.
Through the eyes of a pirate I shall be
A dolphin singing a little off key
Through the eyes of a pirate I will buy
A killer wave up to the sky
Through the eyes of a pirate I can do
Just about anything I want too
Misty Graves-Thomason ã2007
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Struggling to find my wortless hide
Before my melody runs out of rhyme
Pride so free, beautiful as thee
Unsung heroes searching for peace
singing America the Beautiful
with deserving pride.
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My mother has always been so strong
never realizing when I do wrong
always fighting for what is right
never wanting to say goodnight
My mother has always been there
keeping the bad men away from here
always striving for the best
she never settled for second best
My mother is a talented soul
never believing in being a mole
Always keeping the future in sight
always willing to doing what's right
So on this day dear mother of mine
I hope that you will have a wonderful time
never doubting the future ahead
for I am always with you in stead
I love you so very much
Never let us stay out of touch
Happy Birthday I do wish
and I give you a great big kiss
Misty Graves-Thomason
To my momma Susan
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Six guns blaring, outlaws glaring, as they ride into town
A band of men, tired and weary and just all worn down
There they are sitting high, as if they could reach the sky
They come from afar, to stop a band of thieves
Outlaws so bad, everyone is sad, for they have killed
More than a few innocent women and children that came into their view.
Those who were there, those who did care, tell what happened that day.
The band of men, though weary and down, brought every single one of them outlaws to the
ground.
These bands of men are still celebrated today, everyone has heard of these men all around.
For they are the Texas Rangers you see, courageous men, heroes most especially for me
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Misty Thomason Poem
You were always so full of life
Watching you now I remember when
we would go to Macdonalds on fridays
Picking up Grandpa's checks and running around
shopping or just hanginng out
You would take me to all your dinners
Or to you art sessions with all the girls
Now here you sit, barely remembering who I am
I really miss the woman you once had been
Day after day you sit in your chair
asking me questions that you often repeat
It is hard to believe how time has passed
Grandpa's gone and you remember less
Soon you will go and I will be alone
with your memory and the love you shared
I miss you already and I hope you will be
as happy as you were when I was 3
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