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Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
11-26-2017, 10:20 AM
The Many Unseen Gifts

Should man's daily treks include love of Nature's gifts
and inhaling its forested beauty and blue, blue skies
Vast oceans, sandy beaches, great washing tidal shifts
enormity of it's gifts man too oft denies?

R. J. Lindley,
April 28th, 1970

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Swim On A Warm Summer Day

Walking these fields and over to the flowing stream
June's great shining day and a cool refreshing swim
Waters found fast flowing, blasting welcoming gleam
and this soul glad it wandered thus on a mere whim.

R. J. Lindley,
June 17th, 1970

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A Fine July Night

A fine July night and brilliant stars glow above
windows open to let in uncommon cool breeze
Countryside, away from city's hustle and shove
laying back, resting this magic night, so at ease!

R. J. Lindley,
July 20th, 1970

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I woke this morn and decided to write a sonnet using these quatrains.
Create a title from the thoughts and ideas represented in these three.
Then add a closing couplet as a conclusion.
Here is what I came up with.. and this is my first time ever doing this....
The combining of separate and entirely distinct pieces to create a new poem/sonnet...-Tyr

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In A Time And A Place, So Very Long Ago

Should man's daily treks include love of Nature's gifts
inhaling forest's beauty and blue, blue skies.
Vast oceans, sandy beaches, washing tidal shifts
enormity of it's gifts man too oft denies?

Walking these fields and over to the flowing stream
June's great shining day and a cool refreshing swim.
Waters found fast flowing, blasting welcoming gleam
and this soul glad it wandered thus on a mere whim.

Fine July night and brilliant stars glow far above
windows open to let in uncommon cool breeze.
Countryside, away from city's hustle and shove
laying back, resting this magic night, so at ease!

Wake to new day and life falling down onto me.
In past futures, rolls Time's round, never-ending Sea.

R.J. Lindley
1970/2017
Sonnet in 12..

Copyright Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017