by Carrie Frost

Created on: April 06, 2010

I am a poet

I see the world through the eyes of an artist

My pencil paints an image of the world

I see the sapphire blue of the sky

The ruby red of the rose

The rain falls to earth

With a soft pitter patter like that of children

The wind cries and moans

The birds sing out

Calling to a mate in a nearby tree

I am a poet

I breathe only when I write

Only when pencil touches paper do I live

Oh how my heart beats

When I bring that which is lifeless to life

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