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Just Let It Be

La Vie en Rose

Heads in the Sand?

If I've Learned Anything!

Silver Bullet

The Path We Choose

A Soldier's Integrity

What is that Sound?

Back in the 50's Tonight!

A Red Rose

Golden as Gold can Be!

Robin Fly Away

You See!

The Demise of the Old Cowboy

What Will I Miss?

Ode to Christian "Kiki" Fenot

Bobby and Me

The Highwayman

*Let My Spirit Soar*

C'est La Vie

Les feuilles mortes

Before Destiny takes me!

The Hanging Tree

Lost in Time

The Golden Years?

Beyond The Shadows

A Soilder

Ode to an Old Cowboy Poet named....Jack

Our Flag!

Come on Down!

For The Principles of the Red White and Blue

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Autumn Sounds

Isn’t it strange how sound
travels in the crisp Autumn
Voices of children playing

Church bells sound so loud
and clear. Train whistles
from afar, yet sound so near.

The rustling wind through
the old oak trees.
The humming of
the last honey bees.

Scarlet leaves whirling
to their winter bed,
silently falling but
yet not quite dead.

Season’s magic is being spun,
what a wonderful time to enjoy
the warmth of the bright golden
sun, and the sound of Autumn’s
last run.

Jackie R. Kays


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