Never hold back all thoughts
For things that age untold
Get stronger
As the vintage in the cellar
Never let loose all thoughts
For things that run wild
Grow wickeder
As the bush with thorns
Just sort them out to your pleasing
So that you may live
With peace of mind
Until your end
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I began writing poems in third grade. During adolescence I wrote the bulk of my words. Expressing that urge to be understood or maybe trying to understand my own feelings. I haven't written much in the past 15 years, but I need to thank my HS English teacher for continuing as long as I did. Thanks Mr. Jim Springer!
Kalama 1962
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- Find a Reason
- To Be or Not To Be (or a confrontation)
- volunteering in the classroom
- Columbia
- Eyes
- Lisa
- Drops of rain
- Wally
- Catching Eyes
- Summertime (1966, 3rd Grade with Mrs. Davis)
- Little League
- Grandmother
- Sometimes
- Shiftless Time
- Life
- Waking Up
- Today
- Happy was
- I'll keep on going
- Sleeping
- Birds
- Clarissa
- Garden Fence
- A Seedling, No More
- Parents
- Thoughts
- You & Me
- Teri
- How Far From Hell
- For Mr. Sager
- Thoughts pace my mind
- Round and round
- For You Mom
- The Accident on I-5
- Lisa's Here
- A Generation
- Only Memory
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About Me
- KandN
- N is retired and K is, too. N plays in the Willamette Valley Community Band. K spends her free time creating on the computer, reading and being amused by the birds in the backyard.
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