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Just One Minute

I wish there were enough hours

in my busy day,

to feel the wind brush my face,

as it too hurries on its own way.

I only need one minute,

to pause, be quiet and still,

then I could hear the whispering pine trees

that cover the rugged hills.

If I had just five minutes

I’d stop as autumn rains wash my face,

and yellow leaves would dance at my feet

making my world an enchanting place.

I wish I could halt the hands of the clock

or stop the ending of the day,

and just look into my children’s eyes

instead of rushing into the next busy day.

Poem copyrighted © 2004 by Lydia Warner Miller

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