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Country Sunset

There is nothing more beautiful
Than a country sunset
The colors in the open sky
Are as lovely as they can get

Across the fields of grasses
You see the silhouette
Of a fence post or a windmill
As the sun that night has set

Even the barbwire linked across
The fence posts add a charm
For after all it is country
As pure as an old-fashioned barn

Orange, red, yellow and purple
Doesn’t seem possible at all
That these colors dominate
The sky from winter through fall

When we see a country sunset
At the end of a hard-working day
It shows us all things are possible
We wouldn’t want it any other way!

poem by Marilyn Lott
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Choose Your Color

I will paint the walls blue
Blue is calm, blue is power
Blue is the color of tranquility
Do you see my colors yet?

I will paint the ceiling green
Green is healthy, green is peace
Green makes time move faster
Do you see my colors yet?

I will paint the floor red
Red is fire, red is danger
Red is the symbol of passion
Do you see my colors yet?

I will paint the sky purple
Purple is sad, purple is gloomy
Purple is the color of romance
Do you see my colors yet?

I will paint the tree black
Black is fear, black is death
Black is the symbol of grief
Do you see my colors yet?

I will paint the street yellow
Yellow is happy, yellow is fresh
Yellow is the color of sunshine
Do you see my colors yet?

I will paint the fence orange
orange is wisdom, orange is wealth
Orange is the color of success
Do you see my colors yet?

I will paint everything white
White is good, white is pure
White is the color of faith
Have you seen my colors yet?

(August 16th,2006)

poem by Christopher G. Turner
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A Picture Of Colors

A picture of colors
A purple forest of colors
A balloon of colors
A blue fantasy of colors
This is what our planet should be
A whirlwind of colors
A white world of colors
A resting place of colors
A red hideaway of colors
This is what it should look like
A ‘yes' world of colors
A yellow rainbow of colors
A graced hill of colors
A green meadow of colors
An overflowing basket of colors
An orange bowl of colors
This would be a perfect place

poem by Mye3
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The Colors Of The Rainbow

Rainbow colors make
me feel so happy
It reminds me of good
things that happened
in the past

The colors of the rainbow
are colors that are
marvelous

Red, Orange, Yellow, Green
Blue, Indigo and Violet
Are the beautiful colors
of the rainbow

These colors are the
good nice colors
The rainbow colors
come into the sky
after it rains

The colors are something
that when I see I
Remember the
Promise that God
did

poem by Noralis Almonte
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Sunset Over The Mountains

Sunset over the mountains
on this dreamy cool summer
night.

Golden, red and orange
colors God has painted
over you.

Many miles away from
where I stand,
there nature is at
home and so free.

Painting such a picture
as our God has given
His hand print on
His creatures who

live in the mountains
so pure and carefree
on this beautiful
evening.

As I say goodbye
to the sunset and
go in the house
to store this memory
in my mind.

wrote 8-27-08

poem by James Foulk
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Whose Country Is This?

Whose country is this?
It is a land full of snakes;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of many waters;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of thieves! !
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of people;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of oil;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of earthquakes!
Whose country is this?
it is a land full of lovers;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of volcanoes!
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of beautiful flowers;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of hansome men;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of beautiful women;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of roses;
Whose country is this?
it is a land ruled only by men;
Whose country is this?
It is a land without rainfall;
Whose country is this?
It is a land ruled by a woman;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of corruption!
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of pirates! !
Whose country is this?
It is a land ruled by law;
Whose country is this?
It is a land controlled by rebels!
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of ice;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of pregnant women;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of the sins of Sodom and Gomorrah!
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of singers;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of troubles;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of war! !
Whose country is this?
It is a land with the biggest cemetery in the wolrd!
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of desert;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of trees;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of pregnant teenagers!
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of timber;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of hatred;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of love;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of care;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of peace;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of smokers!
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of businesses;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of harlots;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of wise people;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of idiots!
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of gold;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of cocoa;
Whose country is this?
It is a alnd full of crabs;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of evil;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of rainfalls;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of ants;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of horses;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of pigs;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of statues;
Whose country is this?
it is a land full of birds;
And so on, and so forth!
Because nature had made them so as we see them around us,
But the wise and fool live together on this earth.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Autumn Leaves Changing Colors

As summer ends and autumn comes
Days get shorter, misty and cold
And in this spectacular season
Nature's beauty graciously unfold

Trees get ready to slow down
And in autumn take some rest
And show amazing colors of love
That are all at their best

Green fades away quickly
And yellow and orange appear
To show off their vibrant hues
And warmup their surrounding dear

Sunlight and cool nights of autumn
Help leaves to turn orangish red
And combine all things smoothly
To add magic in season's lovely bed

And all this shedding and replacement
Of leaves continue throughout the year
And trees only shed leaves in autumn
To prepare for another winter dear

This is God's spectacular display
Of beautiful colors of the fall
During which many changes occur
Including yellow, orange and red of all.

***Inspired by the changing colors of autumn in Canada.

poem by Seema Chowdhury
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Christmas at the Wilds

You wouldn’t believe how beautiful
The Christmas lights shown
Ah yes, the Wilds at Christmas
As charming as I’ve ever known

The lights in total darkness
You can see for miles and miles
While driving through the country
It always makes me smile

The sunset is unbelievable
A backdropp for Christmas scenes
It brings so much happiness
And a feeling that is totally serene

Old country homes lit up as well
So proud to share the joy
Of the country decorations
Excitement for each girl and boy

Country living at its finest
Old barns blending so perfectly
Yes, Christmas at the Wilds
Means so very much to me!

poem by Marilyn Lott
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On A Winter Afternoon

A gray mare standing beside
The snow covered wooden fence.
The fence along a country road
Icy and well traveled.

Cars and trucks passing by;
Few noticing the gray mare
Breathing hot fog
From her nostrils.

The gray mare noticing all
Passing by, the wind in her hair,
Ruffling her mane. Patiently,
Standing by the snow covered
Wooden gate.

Awaiting her masters return
From work to bring her safely
Across the country road
To her home, the red barn,
And a meal of winter hay.

poem by Joe Wocoski
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This Sunset

The sunset
Vibrant, bright
Full of colors
Just before night
Deep red, violet purple
The colors fairly
Glow with beauty
This night, I say verily,
It is truly a wonderful
Sight

poem by Ivy Schex
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20......A life without love

~ A life without love ~

A Sunset without a sun is no sunset at all.
A life without love is no life at all.
A rainbow without colors is no rainbow at all.
And heart without feelings is no human at all.

All these things need something to be,
Either a sun or a person or a crayon,
If only to create what nature said was meant to be.

A sunset makes us feel
as though the world has been born again.
A life with love
lets us know it's worth to let someone in.

A rainbow with colors thats a moment frozen in time,
to be grateful for all that is beautiful
and feel all the glory inside.

Life without love,
is an emptiness
I wish love was as simple as a sunset,
ready to be born again.

But I know in truth love only comes from within.
So I'll keep watching for my sunset,
and looking for that rainbow to shine someday.

Then one day
maybe the love will find its way again.

(13th august 2009)

poem by Fawzia Zie
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The Good, Old-Fashioned People

When we hear Uncle Sidney tell
About the long-ago
An' old, old friends he loved so well
When _he_ was young--My-oh!--
Us childern all wish _we'd 'a'_ bin
A-livin' then with Uncle,--so
We could a-kindo' happened in
On them old friends he used to know!--
The good, old-fashioned people--
The hale, hard-working people--
The kindly country people
'At Uncle used to know!

They was God's people, Uncle says,
An' gloried in His name,
An' worked, without no selfishness,
An' loved their neighbers same
As they was kin: An' when they biled
Their tree-molasses, in the Spring,
Er butchered in the Fall, they smiled
An' sheered with all jist ever'thing!--

The good, old-fashioned people--
The hale, hard-working people--
The kindly country people
'At Uncle used to know!

He tells about 'em, lots o' times,
Till we'd all ruther hear
About 'em than the Nurs'ry Rhymes
Er Fairies--mighty near!--
Only sometimes he stops so long
An' then talks on so low an' slow,
It's purt'-nigh sad as any song
To listen to him talkin' so
Of the good, old-fashioned people--
The hale, hard-working people--
The kindly country people
'At Uncle used to know!

poem by James Whitcomb Riley
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The Need of Being Versed in Country Things

The house had gone to bring again
To the midnight sky a sunset glow.
Now the chimney was all of the house that stood,
Like a pistil after the petals go.

The barn opposed across the way,
That would have joined the house in flame
Had it been the will of the wind, was left
To bear forsaken the place's name.

No more it opened with all one end
For teams that came by the stony road
To drum on the floor with scurrying hoofs
And brush the mow with the summer load.

The birds that came to it through the air
At broken windows flew out and in,
Their murmur more like the sigh we sigh
From too much dwelling on what has been.

Yet for them the lilac renewed its leaf,
And the aged elm, though touched with fire;
And the dry pump flung up an awkward arm;
And the fence post carried a strand of wire.

For them there was really nothing sad.
But though they rejoiced in the nest they kept,
One had to be versed in country things
Not to believe the phoebes wept.

poem by Robert Frost
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Sunset In the Winter

The crisp smell of the woods is beautiful when it comes to winter. Snow across the the woods sitting there fresh and clean. when it comes to sunsets you know what i am talking about, a sunset in the winter is far more beautiful the in the spring, because in the winter you have some time to sit there and think. You are just there to see how beautiful a sunset is in the winter, My, my the beautiful things. When you hear the animals whistling in the woods you know what its like to see and feel a sunset in the winter.

poem by Rosanna Florio
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The War Of Colors Is Here Again

in my seven thousand islands
and some more
rising islands
the war of the colors have just
began and soon will end

there is the green of the
raw mango,
there is an orange of the
the sunset
there is the yellow of the sun
there are purples
and reds and whites

pearls and emeralds and rubies
multifaceted diamonds

soon this will be over
but i have a nice dream about the yellow sun
emerging
dissolving corruption away

shine yellow sun shine
fade orange fade
fall green, fall like a premature leaf

i could have loved the pearl
but it is deep down the ocean floor
where it is destined to be

mustache go away
please come back another day!

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Country Fair

We stood and watched the river flow
We were too young to really know
In the country fair
Oh, in the country fair
We laid out in the long green grass
And never thought that it would pass
In the country fair
In the country fair
On an old, on an old open day
On an old rainshine open day
In the country fair
In the cool night air
In sweet summer time
We counted pebbles in the sand
Sand like time slippin through our hand
In the country fair
In the country fair
On an old, on an old open day
On an old raintrack open day
In the country fair
In the cool night air
In sweet summer time
Hmmm mmmm
On an old open day
On an old
Pinecone open day

song performed by by Van Morrison
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The Color of Life (a written picture)

Blue spruce
- in a green garden
Black bird
- above a yellow field
Brown hawk
- against a red canyon
White cloud
- within a blue sky
Purple silouette
- leaning upon an orange dusk

All the colors
of the earth
And all the colors
of those that live therein
Are all the colors
of all of Life.

poem by Smoky Hoss
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Listen to the Sunset

Listen to the Sunset
In this day going light
Tunes of some regret
Before the coming night
So much is then lost
That no one did remember
In lights of red flow rust
Of autumn in September

Special day and evening
Flowing from the ray
As the dark comes singing
In muted colors play
Bell is ringing a tune
Of melodies in gone past
In each their commune
That now to night runs fast

Listen to the Sunset
As darkness close the sky
In shading tint alphabet
When illumination colors die
So much then gets crossed
In its malleable and ember
That comes with winter gust
In autumn of red September

poem by Peter S. Quinn
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Frosty Wintry Themes

Another icy day
As winter continues on
A frosty glaze on everything
Creates a wintry song

Sparkling icicles hang delicately
From the barnyard fence
Cattle staring through the freeze
As their breath hangs in suspense

Beautiful ice coated ponds
Create the perfect skating rink
Children bundle up in their warmest
A winter paradise they think

Ah, look at the windmill
It has its own special charm
But with its winter coat of ice
Brings such magic to the farm

Yes, I love this time of year
It shows that nature has extremes
So get out and enjoy
The frosty wintry themes!

poem by Marilyn Lott
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Sunset Dreams

A beautiful sunset can always
Put your mind to rest
The colors so extraordinary
They are truly nature’s best

Because they give you the feeling
You can accomplish anything
You become a free spirit
Ready for anything life brings

Swirls, twirls and dots of colors
Are startling to the eye
The beauty is simply overwhelming
As designs swipe across the sky

You’ll notice they change constantly
As clouds come flowing in
They dash away the stress
And peacefulness instantly blends

So when problems surround you
Life is too difficult it seems
Take the time one starlit night
And create some sunset dreams!

poem by Marilyn Lott
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Rainbow Silhouette

I saw a rainbow silhouette from the sky
I know the reason and its purpose why
God in His infinite goodness and love
Wanted to give this to me from above

My life has its own ups and downs
Gazing up to the sky, the rainbow silhouette covered me down
It's different colors, are colors of God's skin
Black, brown, yellow, red, white, everybody are His kin

I saw a rainbow silhouette again tonight
I can dream peacefully now and sleep tight.

What about you...? i hope so..
God bless you..

poem by Meggie Gultiano
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