Poseidon’s Spirit
She came into the world a bit past the full moon,
And before the pelting of sleet and snow.
As midnight tolled she did arrive,
In a softly falling sprinkle of rain.
Fitting, I presume,
That she would arrive on the front end of a storm,
With a sire named Poseidon,
And her dam, Spirit bringing her forth.
hug
kathy
Peace,
Dayvid
ET
Georg
Beautiful poem about one great adventure and tragedy!
Mary
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Much peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"