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Kirsten Pratt Poem
I look out my window,
And I see the sunset.
God it feels like forever,
Since I’ve last seen one as beautiful.
I look out at the deep shades of crimson,
And yellow, more gold than yellow actually.
All the colors fading into the lightest of blues,
Fading into the never-ending sky.
Rising up against that sunset is the mountains.
I grew up in these mountains and hills.
I’ve hiked them,
And at the top have seen spectacular sights.
Down below those mountains are the valleys
Deep and wide they stretch across the earth,
Like a blanket,
Keeping the earth warm.
Blankets of green and many colors.
A great contrast to the mountains above them,
Which portray that wonderful deep green color,
That attracts the wandering eye in wonder.
In those valleys lie rivers, deep and cool.
The deep blue and dirty green of them,
Attracting one to jump deep into their depths,
So you can feel the way the water surrounds your body,
Swimming holes are full of people,
Crowded with bodies all enjoying the warm summer evening.
Children laughing, their parents chatting,
All enjoying this wondrous night.
I cannot see this all from my spot at my window,
But I feel it in my heart that they are all there,
Enjoying the sunset as much as I am,
Watching the sun sink down.
Then they will all get into their cars,
And drive away leaving the water to become still.
And I will turn away from my window,
And hope tomorrow’s will be just as good.
And the sky turns inky black,
Against the dark sky is the bright stars shining,
Shining so brightly,
That with the moons help they light up the night.
And they will shine,
Until the sun comes up again,
And I will once again sit at my window,
And watch the sunrise settle into place.
With its lighter colors,
Fading upward against the just lightening sky,
Where the new day begins,
And a new sunset waits to be seen.
Copyright © Kirsten Pratt | Year Posted 2007
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Kirsten Pratt Poem
She twirls,
Her dress fanning like a flower,
Around and around and around,
And around at this precious hour,
She spins,
She isn’t somebody’s little girl,
Her only goal in the world,
Is to stand there and twirl,
She has no regrets
She feels no pain,
She isn’t sorry,
She has no one to blame,
She’s all alone,
To her, the world isn’t there,
She just twirls around,
Without a care,
Around and around,
Around and around,
Not looking up,
Not looking down,
She doesn’t respond,
When you call her name,
As a matter of fact,
She has no name,
Her parent’s left,
Without a word,
So now she’s spinning,
As free as a bird,
She spins and twirls,
And twirls and spins,
Her dress full of,
Needles and pins,
Her dress is quite fancy,
Although her hair is let down,
She doesn’t smile,
She doesn’t frown.
She twirls and spins,
She doesn’t hop,
She doesn’t get dizzy,
She doesn’t stop.
Her world has gone crazy,
And she did too,
Her sky is green,
Her grass is blue.
She doesn’t know the difference,
Between right and wrong,
She’s a child,
Without a song,
She twirls and spins,
Around and around,
Never a smile,
Never a frown,
She twirls,
Her dress fanning out,
She’s not the kind,
To sit there and pout,
She never falls,
She never stumbles,
She’s not clumsy,
She doesn’t bumble,
She spins and twirls,
Around and around,
Not looking up,
Not looking down,
She’s all alone,
There is no one there,
She just spins around,
With no one to care,
Around and around,
She will twirl,
She not extraordinary,
She’s just your average girl,
She has to go on,
It’s gone on for years,
She hasn’t cried,
She hasn’t shed a tear,
She twirls and spins,
She doesn’t hop,
She will twirl and spin,
And then…. she’ll stop,
Copyright © Kirsten Pratt | Year Posted 2007
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Kirsten Pratt Poem
As I sit here once again at my window,
I close my eyes and imagine,
That I’m sitting on a mountaintop,
Watching the sunrise,
And it is still dark at my window,
But I can see those vibrant colors,
Fading into the dark sky,
Making it lighter;
I can feel the stones beneath my body,
And I see the valleys around me,
And I feel the breeze,
Cool and refreshing.
The sunrise fills my mind,
Its colors of gold and pink,
It shines so brightly in my mind’s eye.
It is so beautiful…
I open my eyes,
And stare out into the dark,
Which is not really dark anymore,
Because it is getting lighter;
And the sun starts to rise,
For real, not just in my mind,
And again those colors fill my eyes,
And fill me with peace.
I look out at the mountains,
And watch the sun peek out behind them,
And I watch the golden and pink sunrise,
Fill the sky once again.
Copyright © Kirsten Pratt | Year Posted 2007
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