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| I CAN FLY Climbing the thin tree Branches old and creaking I was sorry to hurt them Arthritic knobs of wood boosting my feet Ohhh but the lure of high sky viewing Tickled me, bubbled me upward and further At last the breeze and sun hit my face Warm and cool, so open The TOP of the world The top of the WORLD! Afterwards, lying on my back below the still Waving branches unable to catch My falling body Breathless yet My first thought was How far did I go? by Sheryl McCurdy |
| REFLECTIONS Looking into the deepness of my well I have drawn from for so many years Sweet water to quench a thirst Mingles with the muddy waters tainted Too bitter to wet even my lips with I cast the dipper today with hopes of sweet spring water And am rewarded with such Childhood days carefree of my youth I have dipped up Love abound Wind in my hair ‘neath the hot sun Climbing of trees, sitting there in thought Whistles of breezes I am free Racing the sunset to catch a ray I can fly! I can fly! A smile covers my face and I drink till fully sated Another day I will cast the dipper Drawing the bitter water I detest But for today I have sipped from the sweet cup of my youthful days For that innocent drink I give thanks by Sheryl McCurdy |
| LONGINGS OF THE MAPLE Secret desire strip off these leaves and go bare Summer not Winter by Sheryl McCurdy |