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Professional  Poems 

Carrying Our Word

 by Ofelia Zepeda

We travel carrying our words.

We arrive at the ocean.

With our words, we are able to speak

of the sounds of thunderous waves.

We speak of how majestic it is,

of the ocean power that gifts us songs.

We sing of our respect

and call it our relative.

Nothing Gold Can Stay

        by Robert Frost

Nature's first green is gold,

Her hardest hue to hold.

Her early leaf's a flower;

But only so an hour,

Then leat subsides to leaf.

50 Eden sank to grief,

So dawn goes down to day,

Nothing gold can stay.

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