Wooden Ears

This was written for Mother Combs "Wooden" VIM FB Challenge. Hope y'all enjoy it! -Sam

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Always sitting my hand cupped

against my wooden ear, it's

amazing when one is a statue

what they can hear.

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Oh yes, us statues have

once breathed in our

creator's life, so we sit

still yet here amid the

happiness as well as

the strife.

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Last week little Joey stole

Ricky's balloon, Lucy's mom

was late picking her up

although she kept saying

she'll be here soon.

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The snow fell down hard

overnight, which made every

thing in the park so very

clean and bright.

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I like the snow, it gets so

peaceful and serene. People

just seem nicer, if you know

what I mean.

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The kids are the best part.

They still have so much to do

and look forward to. They

haven't grown cruel or jaded,

they still believe in magic

and miracles and I can tell

the ones where greatness is

fated.

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Some tell me their secrets,

hopes and dreams. There's

a lot more in their small

hearts and minds than it

would seem.

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So I'll sit here and listen

for whatever the day brings,

the children playing, the

dogs barking, and birds

as they sing.

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I've nowhere to go, plus

I've grown accustom to this

place and these beautiful

creatures called the

human race.

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Thanks for reading! - Sam