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Poem 1:

//**The Observer**// By Bennett Bresnehan

He was a dark man He kept to himself He has no shadow or reflection His mind is captured by a everlasting lull He never smiled, never talked He was never noticed He lived in a plain house, On a plain street, In a plain town This man is like no other He is unsatisfied with the world He is disheartened for an unknown reason He lives alone. He //is// as cold as a late winter moon He views as much as a still tree on a city sidewalk, watching, listening He //is// a dark man He //is// the observer.

Poem 2:

//Saltopus// //by Bennett Bresnehan//

The saltopus is cunning The Saltopus is swift He Bolts across the terrain He is a feather, inaudibly scurrying He is but two feet high but certainly packs a punch He is an exceptional choice for another dino’s lunch The Saltopus is mysterious You would miss him if you blinked, for he is a racecar dashing about I give credit to the Saltopus The Saltopus is stunning  Poem 3: __ Ocean Storm __ __By Bennett Bresnehan__ __ * __    T he Waves Come Crashing, One By One The Ocean Is Dancing About The Rain, Harshly Throwing Itself Against You The Seagulls, Calling Out To Lost Friends, Lost At Sea I Wonder The Reeds, Shivering In The Wind Dunes Slowly Eroding From occasional Gales The Shoreline, Creeping Up Toward The Dunes Sometimes I Wonder I Watch The Rain, Slowing To A Drizzle Ever So Lightly Hitting The Pavement Of The Parking Lot I Feel The Cold Sand Beneath My Toes Observing Nature, Quietly Watching * ﻿Moon   // By Bennett Bresehan // Moon //By Bennett Bresnehan// The Moon Is Amazing Shining, Slowly Sinking Back Down Into The Horizon It’s Reflection, Shimmering In The Ocean Water Rapidly Rising Into The Red Sky Bright Pinks and Luscious Purples Coat The Sky In A Beautiful Sunset Display The Moon, Seemingly 1,000,000 Miles Away, Can Also Appear To Be In The Palm Of Your Hand When It Reaches Its Peak, It Starts To Sink Drifting Downward To Unknown Depths The Moon Is Mysterious The Moon Is Amazing