For The Love Of Poetry
Siggy sent me a picture today
And it got me to thinking~~~~
About poetry........
For the Love of Poetry
Give me just a blanket on a steamy summer's day
And let me find an old oak tree, where I can steal away
From pillared porches, easy chairs, (though comfortable they be).
Soft breezes ruffle pages of my book of poetry.
Rehearse the verse, time and again, of favorites I've found.
Those words draw impressive pictures of memories, profound.
Emotions rage as true romance is found on every page,
Or Words of Wisdom enhance advice that is so sage.
I travel far 'cross time, and space, and distance to foreign lands.
I meet new friends, I feel their pain, and try to understand.
I haven't left my random garden here, and yet I seem to find
A new comprehension and a calming Peace of Mind.
Oh, give me just a blanket on a steamy summer's day
And let me find an old oak tree, where I can steal away
To read; until I must close my eyes and rest so quietly,
And dream again of places I've been in my Book of Poetry.
karen
9-4 05
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