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This is a section where I post poems sent to me by people who have found my site and wish to display their own works. I hope you enjoy them as much as I do!
This poem is by Aaron J. Balko
| I could walk the willow trail and see the world unfold up above the sunny glade where air is thin and cold. Grasp a dandelion and pull though thousands grace the light; the wind will free its tiny chutes and whisk them far from sight. Perhaps to travel into town where children play and sing. Where lovers stroll t he shop lined streets and church bells gently ring. Perhaps to catch ascending drafts, the mountain slopes below; ever twisting on and up to light upon the snow. Perhaps to ride the river way and someday find the sea, or navigate the forest path to rest beneath a tree. Upon the willow trail I walk to see the world unfold Up above the sunny glade where air is thin and cold. |
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