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Limericks for my hunter friends are here:  “Poems For Hunters”

~The Thunderstorm~

 

 

From out of the darkness it came in the night...

 

It started with the whipping of the Wind.

The tree limbs were being punished for some unknown reason

by his mighty breath,

as they would bow down in his presence and let the Wind pass by in anger.

 

The Rain began to softly fall,

but quickly picked up the pace with each passing cloud.

It wanted nothing more than to make puddles where there were none before.

The Rain pelted down hard and heavy on anything that got in its way.

The Rain would show no mercy.

 

Then in the distance, far, far away, a Thunder clap was heard.

It was not frightening... at first,

but the Thunder rolled closer

and the claps got louder.

Not missing a beat, the Thunder reached the Wind,

noisely right outside my window.

By now, the Thunder was deafening,

spewing out all kinds of obscenities on the earth

and thrashing around with the Wind.

 

As if not to be left out, the Lightning joined the stormy tirade.

She shone brightly, if just for a second,

for all creation to see.

Sometimes just flashes of brilliant light,

and others, striking bolts of many swords.

She would not be out-done by the likes of

Thunder, Wind and Rain!

 

They all together cussed and sweared at everything dry and quiet,

throwing a temper tantrum for Mother Earth.

Inside their homes, their sleepy audience began to tire of their charades,

and closed their eyes and turned their heads away.

 

They would all leave together,

to go to another place they could awaken in fright.

 

And there, in the darkness,

only Rain was left to linger for a while longer,

whispering her teardrops on rooftops and roads,

before deciding to move onwards into the night,

trying to catch up with The Others.

 

Calm would come once again.

 

Peace.

 

Quiet.

 

Go back to sleep in the stillness of the night.

 

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                                               ~ Sunshine ~

In silence,

I feel the sunlight on my face as I close my eyes and blindly look towards the heavens while the sun kisses my face and I basque in it's glow.

Stillness....

I am alone with the sun. Alone... but not lonely.

I feel it as a soft touch...

   A warm embrace...

        A secret caress.

Tranquil.....Peaceful ...Except for the sound of the wind as it gently filters through the leaves, trying to find it's way out to distant trees in other lands.... but yet not wanting to leave this place...This special place where the sun delights in dancing on the grasses and warming my soul.

The wind whispers harshly in my face, But I do not listen. It blows my hair in all directions, But I stand motionless. The rays of the sun have a stronger pull on me this day. I hear the wind sigh. It leaves as peacefully as it came.

   Onward..... To those other lands whose trees will aknowledge its existance.

The silence returns.

   The sunshine reigns

      And I smile with my heart  :-)

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~ The Shack In The Back Of Beyond ~

There it was.
In the back of beyond.
In hiding,
    wishing no one would seek it out.
Partially standing
    weary and forlorn,
        as silent testimony
to the witness of the passing 
   of many moons over many decades
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Slumbering now for eternity
            Never to awaken again.
The trees and vines
have claimed dominion now
Yet still clinging tightly
                          to the past.


The earth tries her best
to slowly swallow up the shack
and all remnants of its former life....

But its' spirit remains
   in the strewn contents
    laying on the bare dirt floor...

     The rusty coffee pot,
         The broken table,
              The yellowed Mason jar.

The vines and weeds may take  the shack in the back of beyond
        but the earth
                    shall not.

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