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A Poem by Vol
When
all hell breaks loose so close you
can
reach out and touch it, the warrior
within
you looks up and guffaws.
When
lightn..
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A Poem by Vol
STILL WATERS
A
hundred feet away from the green
cascade
of a weeping willow beside
still
waters is a smooth transitiontoinner solace wh..
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A Poem by Vol
I spent a lot of time with
Mama and Papa
on their Tennessee farm. The
barn in the
hollow below their house was a
castle when
I was a..
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A Poem by Vol
I love the times when there is
nothing to say,
like when I am confronted by my
colossal
insignificance. That mountain
I can reach
out and ..
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A Poem by Vol
There is a primal need to talk
it out.
And
“it” can be all there is,
or just
the
hops in this new IPA. Or a meeting
of
tribal el..
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A Poem by Vol
First grade, maybe, second, or
third?
I’m not sure, but what a
world of fantasy
I found in “The Five Chinese
Brothers!”
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A Poem by Vol
My feet are in love with mossy,black earth under a canopy of trees,
soft, yet strong enough to feed
the
wide Oak, tall Pine, smooth Hollies,
..
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A Poem by Vol
THIN PLACES 2
SURF
CASTING
What can be said aboutthe
sea that has not already
been
said? When it rages
and
that tall s..
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A Poem by Vol
Sand
and salt water!
I’ve
spent a lot of time
making
love to waves doing
things
that tickle all over.
There
is ..
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A Poem by Vol
Salt
water, I’ve spent a lot of time under the surface doing the things
that tickle, there is something about floating five to ten feet deep..
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