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Susan Willmore Poem
There's a boat that is all mine
That waits for me under a tall pine
Not much to look at not much to see
When it's just the two of us I feel so free
Over the water all through the waves
Ripples of peace for me it saves
Away I go off to ponder
The open lake is mine alone I wander
Listen as the waves hit the bow
I seize the day here and now
Away from it all and everyone
I feel so alive, oh what fun
A storm looming time to head in
Time for my boat to wait again
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Susan Willmore Poem
The smell of fresh cut grass
Reflections of childhood
Oh how the time does pass
It's the simple things in life that mean the most
Blue skies, corn fields, a freight train heading to the coast
A free car wash from a surprise summer storm
Watching a short story or poem take form
It's the simple things in life that bring us bliss
A cracking fire, lightning bugs, a salty kiss
The simple things are there right before your eyes
Just take a moment to look around and you'll realize
That it's the simple things in life that make us smile
All to remind us that the journey is worthwhile
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Susan Willmore Poem
I'm just a simple poet
I don't write for fame and fortune
I don't have anything to sell
It's just that I have so many stories
So many things I'd like to tell
A poem that makes you laugh, cry, think or remember
I search my brain, like a fires dying ember
I let my fingers do the walking
on a dusty keyboard
Sometimes I pray to god, please help, oh lord
So many ideas, but the best may never come
A masterpiece to a few, perhaps junk to some
I'm just a simple poet
I hope you like what I have to say
Time for another poem, today's a new day!
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Susan Willmore Poem
The leaves on the trees turning from yellow to brown
With a stiff wind soon on the ground
Rustling, rustling
A pile of leaves so neatly collected
Beckoning me so they're not neglected
Rustling, rustling
I jump I jump so gleefully
In a daze of joy so peacefully
To which I must admit this practice I adore
Now the leaves askew and beckoning no more
Until next year my beautiful foes
Rustling, rustling as the wind blows
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I once loved a lad of twenty
We’d climb the hills with tall blades of grass so plenty
Through wispy fields we would run so fast
The golden splendor of our youth
With no end, no last
I once loved a fellow of forty and five
We’d walk the shores hand in hand
Feeling content and so alive
Through sun kissed days and starry nights
So much ahead with no known sorrow in sight
I once loved a man of eighty and four
We’d sit and talk and laugh and talk some more
The twilight of life intrepid we go with no delusions
Reflection brings such peace if not only a conclusion
Alone I sit thinking of days of yore
Alas I have loved and love no more
Copyright © Susan Willmore | Year Posted 2018
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