Labor Day

The geese have begun there formation, practicing everyday.

The leaves are beginning to loosen and too soon they will pull away.

But not before being painted with oh so vibrant hues.

Summer winds catch their last breadth in a heated dance.

Willows sway in a mournful stance.

My Sky

I am just a mere chick,

I wonder why they are flying

As I grow,

I explore the world full of wonders

And now I am grown up,

I found the most enchanting place

But your way too high for me to reach

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"What should I write about?"

By Wilson Trent

Well, what happens?

What now?

I've time,

What should I write about?

Should I write about mountains

as tall as the sky?

Should I write of birds

and things that fly?

How about flowers

blooming in the spring?

Or a newborn infant

Coming into being?

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A Soul in pain

With no-where to turn

No love to gain

Set on fire & left to burn

My silent tears

Have no impact at all

No-one hears me

As i continue to fall

Shrouded in darkness

No colour but black

 No memory of home

No turning back

Please someone hear me

I can't fight it alone

Please hear my...

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The sound of footsteps hurrying, the march has just begun

The unlimited sounds of people suffering & the ceaseless fire of guns

They try to hold them back but feebly fall just like the rest

All those innocent lives are lost but was it for the best?

Nothing can stop these vicious...

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