The Bald Man
I know a bald man who doesn't care.
That people like to look up and stare.
Where did it all go?
They would like to know.
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I know a bald man who doesn't care.
That people like to look up and stare.
Where did it all go?
They would like to know.
in Summer Poems
The warm sun
Winter's done
Nature's pace
God's grace
in Snow Poems
Melting mountain snow
Runs away and waters much
Elk, trees, towns and such
in Fall Poems
There is nowhere I'd rather be
Than here, underneath this tree.
The moon high above to see,
A campfire just out in front of me.
The mountains are full of glory,
such a beautiful, rugged territory.
Snow that caps the highest peaks