Poems from NedEmans

Wind is that which sails our boat Not a reason for you to gloat Nor a reason for you to bend But neither is it a reason for war Winter...
Preacher take me to your church  My minds caught by a verse   Even the angel up on perch    Cannot hear my curse     Birch trees search...
saturday morning still in bed dreams awakened  
Down grape vine hill Just by the old shop But not quite the pasture They sat there rusting Their eyes fogged Their color faded By tiny cat...
Twirl on your toes Jump above your head Dance across the floor Leap into the light Don't fear the fight   Blue and green wage war On the...

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