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Sometimes, I just need to go for a bicycle ride, on my Schwinn Cruiser, around the Loop Road, Rainclouds or Sunshine. And sometimes, when Lifes circumstances prevents me, I do it anyway, with Windy thoughts peddling circles in my mind. I am D.M. Beebe . . . Born July 07, 1967 in Seattle, Wa. Sprouted one hour away, due North East, in the fertile Tualco Valley. I didnt really ever go too far away from the Valley, as I didn’t need to. As Life in Tualco Valley, seems to have always intrigued me. As I pay attention to the Valley, I do notice the slight changes every day. Throughout the 4 Seasons, within the Valleys full Spectrum, Rainbow array. When I watch, and when I pay attention, I develop many reasons. To have many thoughts about Life, throughout my Lifes Seasons. So I think about Life, and about Nature, and Plants and Animals, and Humans. And how it unfolds, within my mind, and my thoughts, and my insights. And so I write Story Poems of my Lifes experiences, and of my observations. And so I go forth, to reveal my conclusions, of my slightly insane perceptions. Thank You for reading my Poems . . . D.M. Beebe

Tuesday, April 28, 2015

People have Pollen and Flowers have Friends -

We exist within nature, learning and growing every day,
Our lifes pollen is love and caring, sharing every way,
With intertwined roots, and flowering fruits on the vine,
My pollen becomes yours, your pollen becomes mine.  

People have Pollen and Flowers have Friends,
We live on forever, we live on again.
 
Our pollen flies, on lifes swirling wind and stormclouds,
And falls down upon us all, with lightning and thunder loud,
As we pollinate each other, over and over again, in the rain,
Life sprouts and starts, life wilts and ends, evolving not in vain. 

People have Pollen and Flowers have Friends,
We live on forever, we live on again.  

When lifes season is gone, the memories of us, lives forever on,
Because we become one another, our pollen of love, has not gone,
Theres a sacred garden, where we all exist, and grow in the end,
The garden where we will be, is here in time, forever to again spend.

People have Pollen and Flowers have Friends,
We live on forever, we live on again.
 
D.M. Beebe
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