How beautiful are your spacious skies
even when days are gray.
All those purple mountain majesties
just take my breath away.
And from shore to shore
I love you even more,
when I see the unifying love
of my brothers.
Reminds me of the freedoms
where we stand,
holding hands together
on this sacred land.
May God bless us all
today and forever.
© 2021 Michelle Cook
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The burden he bore
Gave no time for refute
He’d been given a job
One could not dispute
And poor Lady Jane
In her ashen condition
Seemed far beyond
Any hope of volition
Not a single wish
Could change her fate
The course was set
Her breath too late
And the Lady in wait
Sorrowfully reclined
Pearls in hand
No peace of mind
The room stood still
As time captured the end
Poor Lady Jane
Not a soul would defend
© 2018 Michelle Cook
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A fragrant fog
Seeped under the door
Drifting lazily in
On that bare tile floor
And I watched as the room
Flooded with deadly gas
Everyone in the room screaming
Trying to make a mad dash
But the exit was blocked
And there was no escape
And I watched that horrific tale
On an old video tape
Scared to hardly breathe
After watching such a scene
How could anyone be
That cruel, that mean!
And yet it really happened
And it could happen again
Let’s not let history
Ever repeat itself again
© 2018 Michelle Cook
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