Sunny Quagmire Poems

The beauty of the trees;
the glory of the seas;
the songbirds soft cry;
the wide blue sky;
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There is something lovely
in a baby's little laugh.
There is something of beauty
in a duckling's tiny quack.
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The Sun is like a wise and stooped old lady,
she raises up her golden head beneath the stars,
and each morning tends her garden shady.
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Rising from the willows come little bird cries;
their mother is gone off and away up in the sky.
They think they're forgotten and all alone;
to scratch out survival and shrink to the bone.
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Hello old oak! you've shaded my way!
The hot sun has been shining and you have been kind today
You're bark is so gnarled, rough and old
How many summers have you basked in the sun's molten gold?
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