Four

Four is the word, I dream I am a bird. I see a hawk as he flies, When he soars up to the skies. I hear them squawk, About the way I talk. I laugh and balk, As I look at the hawk. I feel like my wings are made of gold, I can never break the mold. Four is the code, The code of the road.

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Darlene De Beaulieu

Date: 7/2/2023 12:28:00 PM

Hello Shirley, This is a lovely poem. My friend. Hugs, /Dalene\

Darlene De Beaulieu
Date: 7/2/2023 3:31:00 PM

Hello Shirley ,my dear friend. Well i think you did well rhyming this poem. Shirley enjoy your evening. /Hugs / Darlene\

Shirley Hudson
Date: 7/2/2023 12:46:00 PM

Hey my sweet friend, This was my first attempt at writing a poem that rhymes. Why four? It has been four years since that pesky spider bit me. Haha. I figured birds and hawks was a safe avenue to go to. Lol. Thank you for your kind comments. Have a lovely day. Hugs. Shirley.