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Black and brown and furry
Wooly bear is in a hurry
On a many legged walk
To a leaf or grassy stalk
To wherever or what not
Type of its chosen spot
To spin a cocoon and die
To be a Tiger Moth and fly
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Kittens caper
Crinkle paper
To ruin the news
Wad it up
Bat and cuff
Bite and chew
Strike with claws
Shred with jaws
Rip to smithereens
No newspaper news
Today will be seen
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Turned up nose
Bright bug eyes
Tiny little paws
He looks wise
Triangular ears
Atop his head
His aim is to
Be in my bed
He sure does
Make me grin
My bed is warm
Because of him
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Furry red
Fox kits in a
Pile of three
Bringing a smile
To the face of me
Are they sly and
Are they slick?
Are they ready
To tumble and
Rumble and flip?
They look so tame
Just sitting there
I want to run my
Fingers through
Their red hair!!!
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Went shopping today
In Montrose, PA
Saw lots of folks
I must say
Knew most of them
I met along the way
I must once again say
That I like it that way
Five thousand people is
The total population
Many seen might
Just be relation
Familiar faces met
Flash smiles as we meet
Hearty hellos how are ya's
As each other we greet
People from my past
People of my today
Small little town
I like it that way
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DRESSAGE
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I bend to your hands
Of feathery soft light
I dance and prance
To both our delight
Your hands and legs
Guide me guide
Ride me ride
Two together
Entwined
With pride
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My horse poem for today for riders who have played with this discipline, from a horse's point of view.
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Pussy willows are growing
By by a creek running free
Tiny little tufts of soft fur
Are very appealing to me
Wrapped in parkas
Around their chins
Insulated from
The March winds
In the month of April
Leaves will appear again
And Nature's little kittens
Will make the children grin
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MY
PINES
TALL TREES
NEEDLED BRANCHES
COLOR OF DARKEST GREEN
WHISPER SOFTLY IN THE WIND
BIRD NESTS NESTING IN BETWEEN
PINE ROOTS ANCHOR DEEP IN THE GROUND
HOLDING THEM FAST EVEN WHEN THE NORTH
WINDS SQUALL MY PINES STILL STAND VERY TALL
PINES
TREES
SMELL
QUITE
GOOD
TO ME
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In depth of dark eye
I see a soul in there
Stallion or gelding or
The gentlest of mare
They bend to our will
And give of their heart
They lend us their backs
To become of them a part
Horse and it's rider are
Pure emotional poetry
Hearts souls and bodies
Combine as one you see?
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When I was a child
I was often there
Cuddled in Mom's arms
In our rocking chair
The cats would join us
As Mom read books to me
Purring and jostling for
Position on our knees
I felt so warm and safe
I knew that I was loved
As the cats on the books
Their whiskers shoved
I would gaze up to Mom's face
She was so pretty to see
And give thanks that she
And my Dad had adopted me
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