SAM GUTHRIE'S POETRY by SAMGUTHRIEWRITER, literature
Literature
SAM GUTHRIE'S POETRY
SHADOWS
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Shadows are everywhere, showing us where objects and things block the light of the sun
A dark place where the light and of all things that are all cheery bright are just shun
Shadows can hide many things that are fully out of our own focus and out of our sight
Many things can jump out of these shadows and then it give us such a very bad fright.
Some shadows are good in that they also give you relief from the mid-afternoon heat
Where in some areas such shadows and relief are very hard to find and also to beat
Shadows in other ways are a good thing and then also very bad in all their dark place
But those who do not know sh
SAM GUTHRIE'S POETRY 1 by SAMGUTHRIEWRITER, literature
Literature
SAM GUTHRIE'S POETRY 1
California's - Fire Season Prayer _________________________________ The wind is in many of the canyons And fire is all around and in the air The wind is in many of the canyons And fear and panic is everywhere The wind is in many of the canyons The birds and animals are always on aware The wind is in many of the canyons Please save us and our houses from this and say you care! The Hell We call the Fire Season!
You don't believe that I exist Thinking about many things with disbelief You look for someone who could resemble your being Finding something completely opposite Without the sunlight, without the oxygen to breathe Never having seen the sky above I exist despite terrible obstacles You're weak by nature So you're always looking for the easiest way out Run from the danger, conquer the worlds Dying if not given what you need to survive But I'm strong where I have to belong I endure the pressure and darkness not ending Here in the abyss I build my own universe For which you're the aliens First time shining light I never wondered about you I got plastic messages on the ocean's floor So strange like I am to you But still you hardly believe in my existence I must be primitive for I don't have your mind But any thought is much more complicated Than you ever could imagine You might have no language Or signs to show as signals to others But you still are the product of thought Who has
Treehorn of the Steppes by SekayiJette, literature
Literature
Treehorn of the Steppes
A beast of two coats.
With a nose like a balloon.
Filtering the dust.
Warm in the winter.
Cool in the summer.
This snout is an advantage.
Not just for their survival.
But companionship as well.