A Peck of Gold By Robert Frost

~ONE OF MY FAVORITE POEMS BY ROBERT FROST~

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A PECK OF GOLD

Written By Robert Frost

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Dust always blowing about the town,
Except when sea-fog laid it down,
And I was one of the children told
Some of the blowing dust was gold.
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All the dust the wind blew high
Appeared like god in the sunset sky,
But I was one of the children told
Some of the dust was really gold.
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Such was life in the Golden Gate:
Gold dusted all we drank and ate,
And I was one of the children told,
‘We all must eat our peck of gold.’

The Tigress

THE TIGRESS

Written By Linda A. Knowles

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The tigress was caged for several years,

When prior she was wildly roaming free,

Where others of her kind dared not tread.

She soon would once again be wild and free,

But for now caged-

Secluded, lonely, prohibited…

So much prohibition.

Soon the tigress would be free;

Though the cage door had been opened,

the tigress only neared the edge,

Just before her time to step out.

The tigress taking in all she could,

as far as her eyes could see-

To roam wherever she wished.

POEM: Creation Sings


CREATION SINGS

Written By Linda A. Knowles


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Flowers of splendid blossom rise,

Hills rolling majestic;

Horizons glow with palettes of rose and hues of yellow,

Rippling across the sky with glints of silver glistening.

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Lush green pastures covered with droplets of morning dew;

Waters cascading from their falls.

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All the wonder of creation displays a marvelous array of beauty,

Handcrafted, so intricately made,

From what once was chaos brought to a glorious order.

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Golden rays of the sun lapping across oceans, brooks, streams, and rivers;

And eagles soaring above mountain heights and furrowed brows,

As the hind makes her way through the treacherous mountain paths,

And the lowest of valleys.

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How majestic is Your Name, O Lord!

How majestic is Your Name!

Your creation continually sings of Your magnificence,

Praising Your splendor and majesty,

Giving the honor due Your Name;

And I, My Lord & King, can only do the same.

Where Horses Run Free

WHERE HORSES RUN FREE

Written By Linda A. Knowles

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Lush green meadows

as far as the eye can see.

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Wild flowers springing up all about;

Fragrance filling the air,

after the wind-driven rain of the night,

where horses run free,

where they gather to graze.

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That I should run so so free,

With no fear of what is ahead,

Or what lies beyond the tomorrow.

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Wildly free,

Like the way horses run,

And then to rest;

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And enjoy places such as flower-filled meadows,

where horses run wild and free.

Let Me Lie

LET ME LIE

Written By Linda A. Knowles

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Let me lie

where poppies grow

where I can be covered

by a blanket of fresh fallen snow

where dreams can freely dance through my mind

A place where there’s no need to keep time.

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Let me lie

in fields of green

where I can see jewels growing on trees

were clouds are cotton-candied shaped

where curtains of reality are no longer draped.