These are the Things I'm Thankful For

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The green of the grass, the blue of the sky,

the colorful flowers that make you sigh.

The peaceful nights, the sunny days,

the beautiful earth upon which we gaze.

The mice that squeak, the lions that roar,

the fishes that swim, the birds that soar.

These are the things I am thankful for. ^_^

The sand that is dry, the sea that is wet,

the sun that rises and also sets.

The ears that listen, the mouth that talks,

the friend that goes with you on walks.

The wonderful world we have to explore,

the mystery that lies behind every door.

These are the things I am thankful for. ^_^

The adventure in a book, the beauty in art,

the song that is written from the heart.

My healthy body, my quick, sharp mind,

the soul I have that is gentle and kind.

The life I've led and the life still in store,

even though no one's keeping score,

these are the things I am thankful for. ^_^

Winter, Spring, Summer and Fall,

the season I love best of all.

The warmth of a kitchen, the smell of great food,

your friends and family and all that is good.

I'm thankful for all these things and more,

honestly, truly, to my very core.

Yes, these are the things I am thankful for. ^_^

Friday the 13th

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I don't believe in Friday the 13th,
I am not superstitious.
A black cat crossing my path
won't make me sleep with the fishes.

Friday the 13th is just a myth,
breaking a mirror isn't bad luck.
Except when it comes out of your allowance,
then it certainly sucks. ~,~

Nothing will happen on Friday the 13th

if you open an umbrella indoors.

You'll be fine if you walk under a ladder,

or spill some salt on the floor.

But whatever you do on Friday the 13th,

remember to be alert!

If you trip on a crack and break your back,

well... I don't have to tell you that that'll hurt. 0,o

Secrets

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The wind.

It rustles outside my window.

It whispers to me.

I wish I knew what it was saying.

Flight Of Dreams

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The clouds are huge puffs

of fine white pillow stuffing.

That's what I believe.

They float in the sky,

slowly, lazily almost,

because there's no rush.

The wind is quite strong.

It's God's never-ending breath,

swirling around us.

He/ She /It /They blow

on the clouds, pushing them all

across the big blue.

The clouds' destiny

is a mystery that's been

hidden from humans.

But someday I will

fly to the clouds, higher up

than anybody.

I'll shoot hero-like,

straight as an arrow so fast,

that I'll hardly breath.

I won't look down as

I slice through the air, focused

instead on my goal.

Finally I'm there,

hovering beside my cloud,

and I climb on it.

It makes the softest

bed you'll ever know in life.

It supports my weight.

Curious, I peek

over the edge of my puff.

Do my eyes deceive?

Below are mountains,

oceans and trees, and many

tiny points of light.

My world is wondrous,

and I'm high above it all!

Well, not entirely.

My heart is still down

on Earth, with a friend I miss.

I must go back home.

I jump off the cloud

with no fear whatsoever.

Life is but a dream.

God's wind lets me drift

very gently down, as if

I were a feather.

You see me falling,

but you're in time to catch me

in your waiting arms.

I open my eyes,

see the happy way you look

at me, and I smile.

We lie in a field

much softer than any cloud,

and we're holding hands.

My head still goes up

in the sky sometimes, but I'll

never leave you, friend.

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