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My Mother: The Earth
(By Kylie Jenkins)
I walk by the river bank,
The moon on the water,
She is my mother,
And I am her daughter.
I dance on her soil,
As she sings her sweet song,
The tree orchestra,
The wind beckoning on.
An owl swoops past,
Its eyes burn like the sun,
To be with my dear mother,
And forever be one.
She gave me the river bank,
And she gave me the moon,
She gave me the soil,
Which I shall return to quite soon.
She blows that sweet wind,
Through the billowing tree,
And sends a wise owl,
From her- just for me.
- by The Terrible Angel |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 04/01/2009 |
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- Title: My Mother: The Earth
- Artist: The Terrible Angel
- Description: THis is a poem describing the comforts that nature brings to me such as the singing of trees. (When wind blows through trees, the whistling it makes.)
- Date: 04/01/2009
- Tags: mother earth
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Comments (7 Comments)
- Dovewing11 - 09/03/2009
- graceful...
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- Moonlight Oracle - 06/23/2009
- Mine isn't as good as yours!!! Haha awesomeness Kylie =D
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- Lil Floof - 04/05/2009
- Wow! I love it. 5/5
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- The Terrible Angel - 04/03/2009
- Thank you all!
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- hotstuff3939 - 04/02/2009
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this is amazing i wish i could write like you
i wrote something not really a poem but i would like you 2 read it and tell me what you think this poem was amazing and maybe you could give me some ideas. (poem's name is Love)
really amazing!! - Report As Spam
- kittttykay - 04/02/2009
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Really liked this one!
It most definitely touched me, comforted me rather.
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- The Terrible Angel - 04/01/2009
- I enjoyed writing this poem ^^
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