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Best Poems From
RHONDA BAKER
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820 miles endurance to Pickford, VT
We left the Great Lake State
Taking 90 to Vermont to meet our fate
A mid-March excursion across five states
Eight hundred and twenty miles, with dozens of tollgates
Mile after mile. Each a duplicate of the other
Surrounded by so much of nothing, I begin to smother
Each joint of my body begins to ache
When will it end? For heaven sake!
Finally
In upper New York, the mountains begin
You can see forever in a land with no end
Steep rock walls line the roads
Tiny waterfalls in downward modes
After finishing our task, we begin to explore
To Howe Cavern,17 stories below the earths floor
Then on to Niagara, to see it state side
The Canadians have a better view. I must confide.
On to Cleveland to check out the zoo
Pretty much like home, the same basic view
Except for their Rain forest, that was the best part
It renewed my spirit, and gave new heart
Then back to Michigan Home Sweet Home
My wanderlust fulfilled
No need to roam
3/26/09
Rhonda Baker
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August Sun
The birth of August is upon us, as the fair haired sun rises in the sky
With songs of the cicada unwinding, the sand hill Cranes sail by
The heat is hoovering all around us, we feel heavy in it's grip
To break free from it's bonds, from it's clutches we must rip
Shade gives little relief, to this melting, bending soul
A river full of water, is not enough to quench this foe
Only darkness breaks the curse, that the day could not hide
Relief is but short...and that too must subside
For August is just arriving, her journey's just begun
It's only just beginning; her moment in the sun
Rhonda Baker
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Go-Cart
Go-Cart
Around, and around the go cart track
pedal to the floor, never looking back
Daughter in the front, gotta squeeze by
Spun her out...IT'S LIVE OR DIE
My oldest son is now in the lead
Doing anything I can to get more speed
Yellow Light on, one more lap
I got to catch him in my trap
Coming on the inside on the last turn in
I slip by... It's over... I WIN!
8/24/08
Rhonda Baker
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Summer time
Summer times upon us and life is sweet
I wake in the morning to gleeful birds tweet
The sun is shining and warm breezes blow
Crops are growing and theres grass to mow
Children are happy and excited with each new day
With school behind them, their only mission, to play
The sparkle of water entices you in
Loving summer from beginning to end
Rhonda Baker
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