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Jrse
Justine Walker
~Horse
Walks Trots
Canters Gallops
The Horse
Is Gone .
ze Sunset
· Leslie Coutts
1e reds and oranges of the sunset are a earn.
twake to a cloudy room.
1e beautiful sky is gone and I feel sad.
;et up and yawn.
n still imagining that I'm in a dream.
:low the sky I twirl in circles through the
nd.
·all to the ground with dizziness.
·eel the wind toss in my hair as if it's in a nset again.
1d I realize the sunset is winding down like meone poured water over a burning fire . lllrry home before it is burnt out.
tis is the sunset.
FOLEY'S
OldMan
by Stu Goldie
The elderly gentleman tipped his hat to the passers-by
Using his wretched oak cane to support his weary body
Only the deep crevices within his face tell the modest stories of his life.
A Lifetime of experiences that the world will never know
The sparkle in his eyes is only the beginning of his untold tales
As the children listen intensely to the infinite stories of days gone by.
A sense of comfort in that old worn sweater
Makes me wonder why he could never let go
Whether it was sentimental value or just plain luck
Like most of his past, he will never let go
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