A/N: These next few poems I wrote when I was really young, so they might be a bit different... Yeah, they're REALLY old... anyways, I just didn't want anyone to think I was stealing or something along those lines if they're a bit of a different style: cause they're anywhere from three to almost six years old. I'll put all my old ones in this chapter so they stay contained.
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she was walking upon thy ancient land
was painted shades of grey
the moon shone bright
but she shone brighter
upon thy ancient land
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where do the brethren go to walk upon the waters
where the groves grow bigger than the great bear
who goes where no other
no other
dare to go
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I gazed along all others
who get me as I do
to the tree on the plains
where even the hawk and prairie dog not go
to be with the others
who get me as I do
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the winged creatures roamed
upon thy ancient sky
while down below
recycled dreams
wound around her heart
the white buffalo left
we know not why
with wings like rivers
she joined
that light around the bend
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