F. Kenrick Poems

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My Childhood Home
The little place where I was born
Was beautiful to me
Though only fourteen houses
A farm, a field, a tree
To me it was enchanted
So much for me to see
No where quite so beautiful
Could there ever be
The children I grew up with,
Adventures that we shared.
If a meal we had to miss
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Harbingers Of Spring
Springs just around the corner
The harbingers we see
The bulbs are pushing through the earth
And bulbs adorn the trees
Now days are getting longer
Nights not quite so dark
The sun rays getting stronger
And fields don't look so stark
The hedgerow starts to thicken
As plants begin to . . .
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