I look out the window to the surrounding world,
Putting on my coat I wonder if the wolves will cry,
I walk down the stairs to the grassy abbess below,
Walking through the pines I feel its needles piercing me,
Over the hills, I see the waterfall pouring into the river,
Mountainous cliffs surround the prairie valley,
Wheat sways in the breeze of the wind like a musical bouquet,
I lie in the grass to stare at the heavens above,
So many memories are held up there.
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A Collection of Poems
PoetryA collection of poems I have written throughout my life. Hope you enjoy them.