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BUBBLES
The bubbly streams and brooks again
disturbed by rain
dismay the trees
and
gentle breeze.
They trip and stumble toward the ground
on their way down
to rocky plain
to meet the rain.
They
change their speed at the sight
of awesome might
the quiet sea,
with joyful glee.
Aggie
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SHE
She
listens, gives them no reply
and starts to cry.
Her eyes reveal
a fear so real.
She seems afraid of string guitar
inside
red car
and is prepared
for life not spared.
Beneath their stares ,she tells her tale
with face so pale
and
senses need
for rest indeed .
Aggie
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Forsake Us Not
Forsake not us in time of need
but sow the seed
of wisdom true
we ask of you.
We praise through sister mother earth
and sing with mirth
beneath the cross
of grace, of loss.
Dear Lord of all we humbly pray
to you today
and let our praise
in
voices raise .
aggie
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A Simple Song
Enrich me with a simple song
so all night long
I call your name
the Lord , the flame.
I sing your praises all the day .
to cheer my way
through trees
and grass
and woods I pass.
The winds , the rains , the birds, the bees
in twos and threes
all sing in mirth
and peace on earth .
Aggie
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OUTSIDE
I walk in stillness to the sight
of birds
in flight
above the froth
with bated breath.
Some spread their wings of colours bright
then soar in height
or
have a scrap
then take a nap.
A babbly brook across the field
in songs reveal
to passers-by
the autumn's sigh.
Aggie
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