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Christopher Trotter Poem
Morning breaks the day
I wake
Wipe the small crumbs from my eyes
At first mornings glance
Things are but a bit blurry
I render the thoughts of the day
Pausing only for a moment
Prioritize
First order
Coffee
Than a smoke
Out stretched arms
With refreshed legs
Stumble to the kitchen
Java
My nectar
It gives life, life
I'm ready
Out the door I go
Eagerly awaiting today's events
New experiences
Another place
A new face to memorize
Something significant
Is this the day
But then isn't every day
Experience my passion
Life
Live well today
Tomorrow may not come
Written by Christopher Trotter
Typed by his daughter
Jessica Trotter
Dedicated To William Star
Copyright © Christopher Trotter | Year Posted 2013
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Christopher Trotter Poem
Our love is but a temple,
Each stone precisely placed,
And in its halls we roam,
No secrets to disgrace.
It's water clear as crystal,
Each fountain cold and blue,
Each curtain in its window,
Spun from silk for you.
This Temple is a fortress,
Ill guard it with my life.
A victim of its fury,
A descendant from mans fight.
The passage through the court yard,
Is known by you and I.
The labyrinth is a swift one,
Unseen by evils eye.
So now you've seen our castle,
And you know our love is true.
Our quest is still not over,
There's more than we must do.
We'll find ourselves the answer,
And listen to our fate.
I'll fight the demons for you,
And rid this world of hate.
Copyright © Christopher Trotter | Year Posted 2013
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