In Fields We Play

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 we trod Amidst darkness And …

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The Wind My Soul

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 somehow Majestic Yet I stand …

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TAME THE WIND

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 Rattle and crack In random …

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On Limbs Of Trees

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 But a bitter chill Persists …

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A Night, Forever

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 On my lap the other …

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And Why We Came

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 something new We came And …

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This Moment

This Moment By Joe Cundiff   The wind blows A melodious whirl Whispering through evergreens Dancing with the clatter Of leaves dangling And pushing piles Of the fallen Swirling, twirling Along the ridge And across the meadow Subsiding then to a gentle hush And the silent peaceful Sounds of light And this moment Should it …

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