CLOUDS

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The clouds move so freely about,
If to run and give a shout.
The wind thus blow them across the sky,
I watch and wave goodbye.

We do not know where they go
All we know is they are pushed as the wind thus blow.
They seem to grow high into the air,
Provides design and moves with flare.

One is white and one blue
Each tells you what they can do.
Some are friendly and tame at best.
They will give you fun and rest.

Some are bad and a scary sight,
Makes one go to bed with some fright.
Clouds can help the farmer so,
Make fruit and vegetables grow.

Clouds can produce damaging wind,
Hail and snow it can send.
Clouds may be beautiful to the sight,
Mixed with one flying a kite.

As the cloud grows and matures,
I do not know its intention for sure.
I watch as it passes by,
I lay and watch them in the sky.


FALL

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Bright orange, yellow and colorful leaves,
Nature pulls fall out of its sleeve.
Beautiful valleys and silent hollers,
Span out in radiant color.
Mountains covered in sights of fall,
We try to take it in all in all.
A color scene hard to find,
Only in fall or left behind.
The October wind blow silently by,
The limbs and leaves and into the sky.
Leaves of red mixed within,
Only to turn and see them again.
Orange and yellow spread about,
I look below and begin to shout.
Oh wow! What a great scene,
Far sights that I once deemed.
I sit and observe the colors before me,
A carpet of color spread out for me to see.
Red, Yellow, orange and brown,
Spread out over the valley I found.
I take a mental picture in my mind,
Knowing again a scene never to find.
The cool air covers the vast valley below,
With colors of beauty in my mind, I know.
How the beauty can be describe,
I cannot say even with a bribe.
Beauty oh Beauty is the color display,
Various colors I describe if I may.
Red as a fire truck down the road is gone,
Yellow as the sun as the day moves on.
Brown adds to the artist color of array,
Green mixed in to this I see today.
Orange spreads out across the dale,
All mixed with a sight that leaves other things pale.
Rise up and walk away from the view,
Of the range of color and variety of hue.
I wish I could spend more time to see,
A view so beautiful that encourages me.
To take my time as I walk away,
Hoping to return and view another day.


WINTER'S PATH

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On a cold winter morning I walk the road,
At the point of freezing I am told.
The white ground glistening it in the sun,
Maybe catch snowballs and have some fun.
There is not a single footprint pressed therein,
Just a nice shine and a small cold breeze of wind.

I take a step on the fresh white snow,
And on to my destination I do go.
As I look to the right, a rabbit I do see,
As it spies me and off it tries to flee.
I see him hop and jump in the air,
To get across the deep snow so fair.

Away he hops to get on his way,
Behind a tree and then a bale of hay.
I travel on down the road,
Feeling the depths of the chilling cold.
The trees limbs bend to the weight,
Of the snow on it, as it adds more flakes.

The weather is getting worse as I head along,
Trying to get away and back to home.
I struggle in the deep snow with each step,
I begin to think I need more help.
I am about to feel I had failed,
I hear a great yell as it welded.

My wife was wondering if I would make it,
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