Poetry Is Hidden
This is written by a 12 year old student BW. The only credit I take
as the teacher is encouraging the expression.
Poetry lies within the memories, the experiences of its beholder
Where the light shone and darkness fell on this fellow
Where he stood upon the throat of the world and observed
Observed the vast land below, the emerald forests
And the golden wastelands
This man saw beyond complexity, and gazed
into the simplicity of pure beauty
And shared his life with you
Copyright © Sheila Cooperman | Year Posted 2015
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