The morning was as clear as a fragmented mirror,

The trees, grass, and sky were as one,

The Sun hid in fear behind clouds,

The gray fog danced in delight.

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Meanwhile, I tried to obscure my beckoning terror,

My tools gleamed in the half-dark morn.

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But time is gold,

And I commenced the dig,

Glancing from side to side,

Watching for nothing yet feeling something.

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And all the while, conscious of the leaden sound,

Of shovel biting ground.

Flutter by, butterfly,

For beauty is thy name.

Flutter by, butterfly,

Survival is thy game.

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Flutter by, butterfly,

For life is very free.

Flutter by, butterfly,

Freedom is known by thee.

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Poetry is...

-personal

Poetry is...

-expressioninyourownkindofway

Poetry is...

-apartofthepersonthatwritesit

Poetry is...

-alanguageallitself

Poetry is...

-universal

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-poetic.

Nimble was the doe,

When cavorting to and fro,

Through the patchy snow.

Water,

Flowing hastily,

Bubbling at the edges,

Rushing at the rocky chasm,

Tumbles.

It stands as though,

It were built by,

A thousand kings,

Up in the hills,

So far away,

A distant ring,

So majestic,

Very noble,

Stands the castle.

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Mighty drawbridge,

Of sturdy oak,

Opens for those,

Who have the will,

Have the courage,

To summon those,

The castle's heirs.

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Amid the haze,

Amid the age,

Timeless the ghosts,

That walk this place,

Throughout the days,

Of yesterday’s time.

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Man can relive,

That castle’s day,

Magician’s life,

The warrior’s tales,

The memories of,

That fortress there.

Out by the lake,

Surrounded by trees,

Sliding and climbing the hills,

Now resting on a rock,

On a cliff near the shore.

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Watch the boats,

Bumping over the jumping, choppy water,

On their way to the ramps,

To be carried away,

Like beached fish from the shore.

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Flies in the air,

Rising currents of warm air,

Chased away by a cool blowing breeze,

The beads of sweat,

Dry into a crusty film.

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Walking along trails,

Crunching and smashing the leaves,

Sneaking up on very fast and alert birds,

Squishing through the mud on the shore,

Out by the lake.

When you cry so much,

You fill the sea full of salt,

Stop your wave of tears.