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It’s May and the Rain is Falling Ryan Griffiths It’s May and the rain is falling; The hills were just going from green to golden But now it’s May, and the sun is stalling. This time before summer – usually … Continue reading
Up on my hilltop Looking down on the bay; I see roads, houses, a bridge – All so far beneath me. Up here I am king Of that land below; From my castle at this peak I rule as far … Continue reading
People look, And some of them say: Those shoes are too old, Too ugly, Are they going to mold? Those must be broken. But no one could ever know, Step By Step These vans have been from Degobah to Vulcan. … Continue reading
It was a forlorn curtain That left us hidden from the sky But when the gray velvet lifted A winter sun flew high. Although farther in distance This winter sun keeps its mystic powers still – For I see grass … Continue reading
I look to the sky on a damp fall morn, The early blue heaven showed streaks Clawed by many shades of gray. Far off to the West were mountains Waiting for the coming day And above them was a floating … Continue reading
Nothing is wrong here; everyone is smiling. It is green and comfy. We are all winners. This tall tree burns in the hell it is creating.