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A Winter's Morning
On a quiet winter’s morning / The trees look forlorn in barren branches. / The fog of early morning rises slowly / As the sun creeps up to greet and warm the frozen blades of grass.
The Eyes of a Fighter
In the eyes of a fighter, / Where nothing matters but the love of the game / When everything is put on the line; / Hours of preparation are finally put into play
Wings
Wings of glory flying free, / Wings of glory haunting me, / Wings of glory in the blue, / Longing for wings of glory too.
Creed of Friendship
If you have doubts about my friendship, I’ll give you a little creed, / That will reassure your faith in me and bind us more indeed.
Moving On
With clothes and stuffed animals packed away, / Is it alright if I leave today?
Nature
When all in nature is quiet, / And the faithful songbird sings, / When the deer lay down in flowered fields / And gentle dew drops cling.
