Many thanks to each, and all,
for reading these, my lines.
It seems my passion for some while,
is writing verse that rhymes.
When writing of the Eagle flight,
or of the Earth around,
trees, fields and mountaintops,
words just know no bound.
While driving on the road each day,
my Notebook at my side,
the lines flow from the heart of me,
thoughts I just can't hide.
Penning poems with this old hand
may seem a trifle strange.
Believe me now, I didn't know
this was within my range.
But stranger things may happen yet,
maybe I've found new birth.
Born again with writer's call,
may thus define my worth.
Don R. Wilkins
© 2006
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