A Positive Poem
Some wood came drifting in toward me,
and feathers floated down on air.
Made smooth by sand and brine of sea,
some wood came drifting in toward me.
Fair plumes by nature given free
I give to thee with sculpture rare.
Some wood came drifting in toward me,
and feathers floated down on air.
Written June 20, 2014 for Elly Wouterse's "A Positive Poem" Contest
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2014
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