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Birds singing

Fresh morning breeze

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Come Home Again

Come Home Again How is it, that a place I have never been before Can feel so much like home? The excitement and anticipation Of arriving somewhere new And at first view I am overwhelmed by the feeling Of recognition That I have been here before I know this place I am come home again Unremembering why I ever left Words and Image: ©2020LCR Submitted to: Poets and Storytellers United - Home is People

Quills

Quills These words are not locked Within the confines of a book They have a life Beyond the spine Fabricating a structure Strong and fine as ribs Loosed In this language of lungs They are wrote habit Let fly from their cages With nibbed barbs Designed To pierce your soul Words: ©2019LCR Image: No Claim, All Rights to Original Artist Source: Illustrations by Miranda Meeks Submitted to: Poet's and Storyteller's United - Writer's Pantry #2

Bee

Bee There is a bee Caught in my chimney I can hear it buzzing Within the walls I’m not sure why it chose This particular path to fly It certainly isn’t the heat For the hearth is dead And cold It should be wary of the smoke For the drowsy dizzy days And blackened nights Yet it beats its wings Against the glass doors Looking for an escape Seeing the light beyond But there is no hope It will not ascend There are no more skies Just a dead end flight Words: ©2017LCR Image: CCO, Public Domain, No Attribution Required Submitted to: Poets United: Poetry Pantry #482

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