Meandering Minds
Mostly poetry; sometimes more
A blog about Personal Journals, Family & Home, and Animals.
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My Poetry The Written Word A Poem About a Fallen Log-Oh Dear Rhyming up the Day Are We In Autumn Already? Flashbacks Still Dreaming Heat wave Craftsmen, Where Are you? Repairs I Must Be Grateful For February 09 March 09 April 09 May 09 June 09 July 09 August 09 September 09 October 09 November 09 
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My Poetry
Rhyming words comes naturally, although it's true to say, That never does that mean to say I rhyme the same ol' way. Sometimes the words come out to say a thought that will impress, And leaves me thinking that perhaps most subjects I address Will make important impacts, tell others something clear, Instruction or a thought of mine that someone can hold dear. But truth be known sometimes the poem falls flat, as flat can be, And leaves me wondering why I wrote, yes wondering, even me. It always is a hit or miss, and sometimes draws attention, Yet other times I wonder why I wrote it, but, must mention, I write because I love to, it soothes me through and through. And if the poem can hit a chord, it's great for me , that's true.
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