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Runner Tall and slender An old shirt Battered shoes Stretching Preparing Leaning over the line Ready to begin Shot Start Sprinting ahead Then pacing himself Narrow streets In a minuscule town Now in the country Golden fields Passing And being passed Water refreshing His body Downtown A tunnel of cheering people Urging him to finish To victory

A white wool blanket of snow Covers the Earth Softening the scene Jet black trees Like bony hands Reach from the ground The road A charcoal ribbon Upon the terrain The black and white landscape Reflects my bleak feelings About having to see him

Consecrate Stone Blood red Pipestone With a Pow-Wow Hay bales form circle Sacred circle Drum in middle Rhythmic drum beat Pounding heart beat Of Mother Earth The chanted voice Great Spirit's voice Sings to my soul Rhythmic dancing Whirling dancing Under starry sky Touched by people Native people There revered lives

A crimson leaf Falling Floating Descending On gusts of air Back and forth it moves Flipping Tumbling Rolling Standing on edge The maple leaf Twirling Spiraling Twisting Slowly around its self Now hurtling down Slamming Impacting Colliding With the Earth

They are gone The children are gone Slaughtered at a tender age Unable to grow Unable to realize their future Unable to achieve the greatness They so deserved In that instant they were robbed Of their most precious gifts Their innocence and their life I wish that they will be remembered, as innocent Innocent in their unending questions Innocent in their playful ways Innocent in their undying love for all Innocent in every way Until a lunatic took them away from us For we all are born innocent You can see that innocence in a baby's face Their happy smile, Their cheerful eyes But, we lose our innocence with age. For as we g

Scarlet Gold Magenta On indigo sky Centered A firery orb Sol Descending Ebony clouds Silhouetted Glide across Burning star Helloes Bow behind amber fields Awaiting its triumphant return

I sit upon a fallen tree Perched in still life A serene lake sprawling before me Contemplating the Creator The great painter of life He chooses the strokes That create our existence Selecting the hues That colors our world He works Constantly changing the image Yet caring for each subject We are unique people Deserving of careful consideration We each are a part Of a larger work His masterpiece

Stars Jagged fragments Of pale light Pined upon Ebony curtains Northern Lights Vaporous hues Suspended in the inky heavens Colors intermingled With translucent light Moon Silvery sphere A single pearl Broken from its strand To roll on a black table Shooting Stars Streaking down Ablaze in light Fallen from ebon curtains

Come on Are you ready? Let's go Who gives a damn About some Minnesota snow?

Vibrant colors Tumble gently From fiery trees Gold, Maroon Orange, Bronze Gliding gently Upon silvery mirror Our reflection ripples the surface We fish in silence Casting lines Through brisk autumn air Slate gray gulls Soar in Minnesota skies Scooping dead bait fish From tranquil waters Paddling home We yearn to dwell Awhile longer In this peaceful paradise