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I would like to run
and to hurdle,
but I cannot,
for short, stubby legs
I have got.
I am a Turtle,
don't you see.
Running fast
is just not me.
Pull in my head,
legs and feet,
now I'm safe
in my retreat.

Have you heard a song,
not too long
and the words stick in your head?
I have and it happens
quite often,
and takes it's toll
when all I hear are the words
of "It's a small, small world after all."

A sadness has come over me,
when I see the loss of another tree.
The beauty that bounds with growth
of leaves, fir needles, was a
sign of Spring and of the new youth.
As the year progressed and needles shed
I realized the beautiful tree was dead.
Call up an Arborist, coming to see me,
for I need your opinion on this, my tree.
It's dead and we will remove it for thee.
Oh by the way, this is our fee.
Ouch! I said for unlike a mouse
I wanted the tree down; Not build a house.

Are words alive?
They seem to be.
I write them down
For you to see.
Is there a meaning
For you and me?
Or just the words
That are there for thee.

My heart's irregular beat
within my chest.
A physical event or feat
causes me to rest.
The soul I know, lies within,
undisturbed momentarily.
It's anguish will soon begin
when observing the futility
of fighting a disease this grim,
that borders on absurdity.
But fight we must, I say
It must readily need to be
for our life this way
is not certain; this we see.

Footloose and so fancy free,
Is what life was supposed to be.
What happened to this life we know
When your mind will no longer grow?

There are hazards of this life's longevity,
That shortens the time, left to be.
A factor in the mortal life of ours.
Make your amends to friends and see
That the length of life, depends upon thee.

Have you had a dream without you there?
Looking for something, that you're not aware?
Some say it's a hidden message of a love
From someone not here, but is up above,
In the heavens, as God's favored child.
If that is true, wouldn't that be wild?

For a want of life
and freedom too,
I must do what
I must do.
Cross the border
to get away,
from the threat of death
and my children's starvation,
by coming to this country
for a precious education.
Is this wrong? Yes it is,
but a better life is what I seek.
I work hard for what I do,
so hate me not, as I try to stay
in this great country, the U. S of A.

There is a beast in everyone,
There is a beast in me.
Most people control their own
And do not set it Free.

I run, I seek, but cannot find
the key to this heart of mine.

That loveliest of smiles,
That cute, silly grin,
The love that I see,
Coming from within.

You walk with grace,
No matter the time,
So I must say,
Wherever the place,
The love I feel
Will be set in space.

Thus, you my friend,
That's what you are,
A beacon of light;
The shiniest; a star.

You listen to me
As I relate my fear
And comfort is brought,
By your being near.

Dear heart, please stay,
Bring me your strength,
To face every day
With grace from God,
Will keep fear away.