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Perfection is perhaps Impossible To choreograph First It must season For many Many years Until The precise blend Of circumstance Aligns Amidst the glorious Backdrop of autumn The scene A special place We called home There are smiles And hugs Laughter and maybe Tears And memories born So many autumns …

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Illustrations by MWR Frackelton (Mary-Wynn Rogers Frackelton’s first painting, 11 months old) For Mary-Wynn, My Goddaughter, Impressions of Her Art From within This cage They call it pack-n-play And it seems to be Everywhere we go The towering walls Of green Have gotten smaller And as I peer Over The …

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by Joe Cundiff On this day Today A dear friend lost Her dad On this day Today A dear friend Had a son On this day Today We rejoice we cry Our sadness Overcome Our joy subdued On this day Today We sing we dance We live What’s more than …

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In the Autumn above so blue there is more air to breathe brisk and free as leaves float and fall colors aglow winds whirling swaying long brown grass and trees and when the end begins I breathe once more anew

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In Fields We Play by Joe Cundiff In the stillness of night And on the early morning Mountain ridges And dark river banks I shall miss you still You became and would Become So much of my soul My being Together we shared More than one life Could bear Together …

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The Wind My Soul By Joe Cundiff   The wind is howling howling The wind is growling Ripping through my skin The wind is Howling Trees bending bending Bending More But will not break But will I Branches sway in the howling Growling wind Angry waves dancing Angrily randomly And …

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Tame The Wind by Joe Cundiff The wind she floats Mostly above Yet at times around us She whirls unseen Though we think we can See her In the branches She bends And dancing dust that twirls And the waves of grass She moves as her own Silent her sounds …

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On Limbs Of Trees By Joe Cundiff It is on a night And nights like these When the snow Falls free And lays heavily and Gracefully in sounds of beauty On limbs of trees And it seems Neither an end Nor again will Spring Yet the winds no longer Howl …

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This Night, Forever By Joe Cundiff   One day this night I shall recall One night Mid week in November Warm Despite the Autumn’s chill When tomorrow A rare break from school So tonight we made It a night to remember In my chair and under one arm Sat one …

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And Why We Came By Joe Cundiff If we could And would recall From where And why we came To a land That was new Or so we claimed In search of freedom To escape A tyrant’s hand We came to proclaim it Our own Land As if discovery Was …

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