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    A Collection of Poetry
    A Collection of Poetry
    A Collection of Poetry
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    A Collection of Poetry

    By DeEtta Turner

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    I have been writing poetry since I was a teenager. My ability to write is a God given talent. My poetry was inspired by perhaps by a serene scene in a park, or something as simple as a picture on a greeting card, and at times, just my imagination. I married young, had three beautiful chrildren, who gave me seven precious Grandchildren,and three just as wonderful Great Grandchildren. I have been blessed. In my collection of poetry, by collection I mean these are my favorite ones.You will always read a story in my poems,and will find rather humorous subjects which could be read to a child. and then you will find purely nostalgic poems that relate to the era I lived in. You will also find some rather deep ones, and some religious poems. I think and hope you will be delighted with this book so I would suggest you find a favorite place to be, grab a cappachino and enjoy! DeEtta Turner
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAuthorHouse
    Release dateApr 20, 2009
    ISBN9781467871839
    A Collection of Poetry
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    DeEtta Turner

    There is a place I often go, to see the spring and willow trees,it greets me with a softening glow,and shimmers across the water and breeze.

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      A Collection of Poetry - DeEtta Turner

      Perpetual Motion

      Perpetual motion, I’m given to believe

      Is something everlasting that never will end

      As waves ascending and falling in the sea

      That end up exactly where they’ll begin

      It’s found in the synchronous view of a waterfall

      That plummets to the waiting fathoms below

      Then evaporate into raindrops that once again fall

      On the iridescent descent of waters of old

      Its seen in the Sun rising up in the East

      As it’s heralding the daylight, every moment of time

      Then it sets in the West and the dark hours will be

      Until the waiting dawn brings it back around fine

      The second hand whiles away minutes, each hour of time

      And moves from the twelfth hour, all around the clock

      Its almost where its started, when it moves past nine

      And time marches on with the sound of tickety tocks

      Fall starts in September and Summer in June

      And you’ll always see Winter coming too soon

      Every month near the end, you’ll see a full moon

      And as always, a butterfly will leave its cocoon

      Everything changes but yet remains the same

      You always go back to where you once were

      And even though new things come your way each day

      Old habits stay with you, making new things a blur

      The birds will always fly and find solace in the trees

      The lizards crawl and make their homes in the rocks

      And the hummingbird will find nectar as does the honeybee

      While life goes on in its seemingly timeless walk

      DeEtta Turner

      Morning, Afternoon & Evening

      On misty hues of golden dawn, an Eagle soars above

      And stirs the breeze in his flight, ore softly cooing Doves.

      He wings his way to lofty heights, among the purple beams

      Of striking hues upon the rocks, in rushing mountain streams

      A fleeting doe in meadows green looks back to see her young

      And waits a time until the two catch up to join her run.

      And somewhere in a quiet pool, a ripple makes its way

      To softly lap the waiting bank, while tadpoles dart in play.

      In dark of night, the sparkling stars, pierce thru a floating cloud

      To kiss the leaves of stately trees that slumber on the boughs.

      In oceans vast, mid saucy waves, a mighty whale unfurls,

      While far beneath in waters dark, an oyster forms a pearl.

      DeEtta Turner

      The Rose

      A flower grows beneath the shade, of yon begrudging tree Whose limbs and leaves refuse to let, the tiny bloom receive

      A glimpse of light, nor ray of sun, nor even a wisp of air But on it strained and finally grew, for God had put it there

      The tiny leaves and petals soon became, lush velvet tiers of red

      And beneath her there, sharp thorns appeared as round the tree she sped

      She climbed and climbed and left green leaves, ore tiny buds anew

      And though she had no light to see, sought each new drop of dew

      Then as she came to her first bough, she saw a glimpse of light

      And bid the buds behind to come, so as to have their

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