Poetry

Springtime

Juliana — Wed, 20 May 2009 11:12:03 -0400

Flowers so sweet,
The sun so bright,
From the morning till the night.
Caterpillars grow so big
They can not crawl on their twig.
Butterflies do flutter around
While ladybugs dance upon the ground.
Honeysuckle to pluck and eat;
Springtime truly is a treat.

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Loving Daughter

Wayne — Fri, 24 Oct 2008 10:37:03 -0400

My wife and daughter left this morning to visit our other daughter in South Dakota. She had just returned from her second tour in Iraq. As my younger daughter was saying good-bye, she slipped me a little piece of scrap, folded paper. On the front, she had written:

Read this whenever you miss me.
10/23/08

Unfolded, on the inside, she had composed this beautiful poem:

I love you.
You are my heart.
I always miss you
when we're apart.

Whatever happens,
we'll see each other again,
and when we're together,
our happiness shall never end!

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Ye of minuscule brain

Wayne — Wed, 17 Jan 2007 13:19:54 -0500

Slow of mind,
Thin of skin,
Unaware and inane.
Pretending to be
In the know--
Decidedly insane.
I am so very
Tired of you,
Ye of minuscule brain.

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