Decisions
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Two roads diverged in a wintery wood
They will converge again with different tales
One trail to the creek, one between hardwoods
One should keep your feet dry, boulders to scale
Other entails wet rocks hops and strong deadwood
Each would be a challenge, now to pick a trail
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(A Wreathed Sestet with a nod to Robert Frost)
I See A Smile
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Blithe
Boulder
Wearing a
New white hat of
Snow
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(A Lanturne Poem)
Natural Beauty
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Lovely are the lines of existence
Whether from smiles, days in the sun,
Laughing, old age, worries or nonsense
Like those carved into rocks over eons
About how they’ll form we are in suspense
Physical proof of a life well lived
Of old age they may be evidence
But can be confirmation of fun
Wear them like a badge of confidence
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(A Magic 9 Poem)
A Picture and a Poem 