Randall Vanlandingham Biography

To die is to dwell in the past.
To live means keeping the past alive,
Bringing it to bear fully on the present,
Shaping a broad and complete future,
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Fingernail dirt,
Pounding nails until fingers hurt,
Fixing that fort,
Climbing pines' mid-branch's small perch,
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In the twilight of amber moon,
Near the Bay of G'wain Loche Tun Thuyr,
Slept a lassie named Shaena Shaye,
'Tween the bogs of Isle Draas and its moor.
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Copyright 2007 by Randall VanLandingham

Salted, fluffy, scrambled eggs, from golden yellow yoke,
Decorate the camper's plate, from which aromas broke;
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A twisted path, in shaded green, my feet began to follow.
Rolling waters, beside a trail, marked ways that I explored.
Scents of pine and fresh new flowers pulled gently at my soul;
My ears renewed by sounds of squirrel-chucks,
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