Woman in the Mist
My mind won’t recall the woman in the mist
She floats just beyond my reach
I beckon her closer, arms out to touch
But my heart just swells with loss breached
I cast my mind backwards to the time of my youth
Where she held me and guided my through
I recall the lessons she taught me
But her image just stays out of view
I remember her love as a feeling
Garry Wiley
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A NOSE
Some nostrils go in and out,
As if to say,
Look At me,
You Lazy Lout
EARLY JUNE MORNING
Lazily the horses wake up on this early June morning,
The weather had been so kind to-day,
The summer sun brightens the surrounding fields
WORDS
Words can be powerful things,
Be careful how you use them,
Be careful of their tone,
Be careful how you say them
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