Here I am
A little poem
Of just a few short lines
And there you are
Reading me
I thank you for your time.
I find I have no resting place
But guess it’s quite all right
In the meantime I shall wander,
See a few of the world’s great sights
Lovely peoples of every land
Highest mountains, longest rivers
I’ll say hello to every soul
And wish them well forever
I’ll then keep moving
Till I find
That proverbial resting place—
But whatever may its venue be—
I’ll belong, in my mind,
To the world and thee.
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Blessings,
Joyce B.
and turned them into delight. Thanks!! 'Pea' <3
I see a wandering spirit in you! Excellent write, my friend.
Many blessings,
~Linda
Brett
Regis
I believe that, once we've written a poem, it belongs to all who read it. Hearts reaching out to hearts ... that's what it's all about.
Love & Light always and in all ways,
Joseph*
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
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