MY HOME IS HEAVEN

Poems produced by fools like me

But only God can make a tree.

Roots, limbs, leaves of many kinds

Variety to blow your minds!

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Some bear fruit while others give shade.

Some reach the ground with weeping cascades.

Some are small bear fruit one can reach,

Like those bearing plums, cherries, or peach.

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I know God delights in variety!

Is there nothing new for us to see?

When Solomon said, “There is nothing new,”

Suppose he was blinded by mountain dew?

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It is new every morning, each plant and flower,

That timid bud that seems to cower

Beneath the foliage as if to hide

From prying eyes, their beauty to bide.

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I see a small lizard, it streaks away.

It is smart, it may see another day.

A black bird swoops, small snake in its claw,

Wriggling like crazy, but it is too late now.

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A city it seems, though peaceful and quiet.

No robberies to fear, no fights or riots,

Moved all my life, 10 places or more.

Fine place to stay before Heaven’s shore.

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Thank God for this place!  May not be new,

Snakes, rabbits, lizards resembling a zoo.

A small zoo, I call my final home

Before I reach Heaven, no longer to roam!

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Sam Cox 5.2.05

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