by Winter Spencer

Created on: May 16, 2008

~Poetry~
Poetry is the moon in the sky
The crashing of waves and the seagulls cry
It is the breeze that dances over a lake
And the cry of an owl upon dusks first wake
It is the sound of a thought as it whispers through a poet's mind
And the quiet joy not far behind
It is the memories of a playing child
And different feelings, upset or mild
It is all things found in inspiration
Everything coming from god's creation
It is love on its highest wings
And spring's first touch and all it brings
It is a quiet fox who lies await
And everything the mind can use to create.

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