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Holes.
April 13, 2009, 4:23 pm
Filed under: Daily, Relaxation | Tags: ,

“If only, if only,”
The woodpecker sighs,
“The bark on the trees was as soft as the skies.”
While the wolf waits below, hungry and lonely;
Crying to the moon,
“If only, if only…”

“If only, if only…”
The moon speaks no reply,
Reflecting the sun and all that’s gone by.
Be strong, my weary wolf;
Turn around boldly.
Fly high, my baby bird—
My angel, my only.

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i love this.

Comment by Jen

i read the book. i freakin love it. and now theres a sequal, Small Steps. i like the 2nd poem. imma remember it and sing it to my children when i grow up.

Comment by katie




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