Return

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Return
Kay Rice
December 23, 2013

A shiver with the winds,
The sound of a storm begins.
The heart begins to race,
Time to step up, destiny to face.

The sound is sharper than before,
Metal striking a cold wooden floor.
The call is made, its time to go,
Time to fight, to fly and to crow.

A coin with a curse has come home,
Flooding my soul with the urge to roam.
The witch cries out over the tide,
The waves, she knows, I was born to ride.

Once the salt touches the skin,
No other life can ever begin.
When the wind brings freedom’s call,
Your only home becomes the ship’s hull.

The pull becomes stronger with the wind,
My heart longs for the adventure to begin.
Fist clamped around this coin so cold,
It’s time to return to my crew so bold.

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED: KAY L. RICE

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It Started With A Whisper

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It Started With a Whisper
Kay Rice
12/20/2013

It started with a whisper,
Nothing but a whisper.
A spark burned out of control,
A whisper to destroy an innocent soul.

“Oh she must be gay.”
The rumors did say,
“She doesn’t like a boy’s touch”
The rumors just became too much.

“Did you hear, he hangs out with thugs?
And now he uses and is selling drugs.
He can’t be believed, he lies too much,
Did you know that now he drinks too much?”

It started with a whisper,
A cruel and thoughtless whisper,
A fire burning out of control,
A whisper to destroy an innocent soul.

It started with a whisper,
By those who didn’t even know her.
It started with a vicious rumor’s bend,
Yet no one even bothered to ask him.

It started with a whisper,
Nothing but a whisper.
A spark burning out of control,
A whisper to destroy an innocent soul.

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DO NOT USE WITHOUT AUTHOR’S PERMISSION: KAY L. RICE

Dark Path

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Dark Path
Kay Rice
12/3/2013

Do not wonder from this path at night,
Nor ask a stranger, your candle to light.
The forest around us, comes alive, you see,
And will gobble you up, among the trees.

Be sure that your eyes are not playing tricks,
Stay on the path as the brush grows thick.
Things live here, that are born in bad dreams,
And will chill your blood, like ice covered streams.

Do not stop for a quick, curious stare,
Ignore the movement you know you saw there.
Leave alone the rustling, single small branch,
Now hurry on home to your safe, warm ranch.

Do not stray from your path so dear,
Creatures of long ago live and hunt around here.
Stay aware for that tug on the back of your cape,
And resist the urge to take curiosity’s bait.

Run home, before the moon replaces the sun,
Lock the door tight as the shivers begin to run.
Do not peak out your window, to see what is there,
Do not be so quick, to take curiosity’s dare.

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED: KAY LYNN RICE
Do not use without written permission of author