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Monday, July 19, 2010

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Another Poem My Favorite!!

Always watching over you
with arms open wide
branches bent softly
swaying from side to side.

The biggest symbol for life
a blank canvas for lovers
carving their names
awaiting what life uncovers.

Grasping the world by all its roots
holding it up with hope
connecting us in a time of need
a simple place to cope.

Leaning against the moss
the coolness of the shade
cradling your every thought
you should never be afraid.

Light shining through
the roots grow deep
laying by it’s side
its okay to weep.

By Amy Miller

One of my poems for Creative Writing

Sitting and watching
the colors change
hanging high
yellows and reds in every range

Some at rest
some are whirling
the shapes vary
as the corners keep curling

Holding on
until the fall
dew drops weighing them down
all they want to do is stall

The veins of life
slowly coming to an end
turning more fragile
stems start to bend

Dry and delicate
slowly floating down
crumbling to pieces
as they hit the ground.

By Amy Miller

Sunday, July 11, 2010