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You're the Poet!

Fill in the below blanks with the following words or use your own words.

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In The Sweet Along My Way! By L. Don Oliver

In the sweet along my way, Reliving memories of the _; In the once, long, long ago, Who could wish for anything _;

Fishing upon the bank, Of a lazy flowing ___; No thoughts of tomorrow, Relaxing within my __;

An old cracked cane pole, Resting gently upon my _; Thoughts of the now, Lost in my __;

The ripple upon the stream. Created by a gentle blowing ___; Sun dancing upon the water, The moment was mine to __;

Sounds of a singing wren, Bass splashing with _; A solitary soaring eagle, Upon it's effortless __;

A greenish blue crab, Drifting along with the _; A turtle upon a fallen tree, It's there that it will __;

A majestic blue Heron, Wading in the shallows _; Right there where all, The smaller fish will _;

A family of Mallards, Gracefully paddling ; Soon they will join others, Upon their Northern _;

A catfish beneath the water, Swimming swiftly upon it's ; Saying to no one in particular, "You'll not catch me __";

Time passes, oh! so quickly, In life it will never _; Guess its time to go, For, I forgot the _;

The descending Sun is yawning, The Moon soon will be _; Time to gather up my gear, And tell all my friends __;

Many love ones are in heaven, There, where the Angels _; While I'm still upon my journey, I will cherish all that life will ___;

Previous Poem.

The "New Age" Hunter! by L. Don Oliver

My abduction from reality, By an unforeseen force; Abhorrent desires instilled, Upon my selfish course;

Tracking unsuspecting prey, Pursuing through its domain; Eventing upon its misery, Its eternal sleep for gain;

Tracking "Thumper" through the woods, Was no great thrill to mind; "Flower" stinks to high heaven, No! its "Bambi" and his kind;

Desirous of a trophy prize, Greediness to devour it all; Admiring that creatures head, When mounted upon my wall;


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