Wooden Ears
This was written for Mother Combs "Wooden" VIM FB Challenge. Hope y'all enjoy it! -Sam
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Always sitting my hand cupped
against my wooden ear, it's
amazing when one is a statue
what they can hear.
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Oh yes, us statues have
once breathed in our
creator's life, so we sit
still yet here amid the
happiness as well as
the strife.
--
Last week little Joey stole
Ricky's balloon, Lucy's mom
was late picking her up
although she kept saying
she'll be here soon.
--
The snow fell down hard
overnight, which made every
thing in the park so very
clean and bright.
--
I like the snow, it gets so
peaceful and serene. People
just seem nicer, if you know
what I mean.
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The kids are the best part.
They still have so much to do
and look forward to. They
haven't grown cruel or jaded,
they still believe in magic
and miracles and I can tell
the ones where greatness is
fated.
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Some tell me their secrets,
hopes and dreams. There's
a lot more in their small
hearts and minds than it
would seem.
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So I'll sit here and listen
for whatever the day brings,
the children playing, the
dogs barking, and birds
as they sing.
--
I've nowhere to go, plus
I've grown accustom to this
place and these beautiful
creatures called the
human race.
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