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Poetry is Born

Long before the written word,
in a sheltered cave
a Mother and her baby rocked
to peaceful hums and gentle song.

Long before a purposed rhyme
in cadence to drummed hollow logs,
or paired with trill of ivory flute,
a Mother and her baby rocked
to peaceful hums and gentle song.

Children were told a bedtime tale
with quiet thoughts and prayer,
while, there outside, the thunder rolled -
and when her wounded hunter fell
or her soldier lost at war,
a Mother and her baby rocked
to peaceful hums and gentle song.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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Date: 7/31/2018 9:37:00 PM
Yes l poetry is born when a mother and her bay rocked to peaceful hums and gentle song. Warm Wishes.
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Date: 6/25/2018 2:58:00 PM
And you were born to write poetry! :)
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craig cornish
Date: 7/31/2018 3:02:00 PM
Carrie--Hugs!
Date: 6/17/2018 5:44:00 AM
A wonderful verse, Craig. That's how poetry is born. T.J
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craig cornish
Date: 7/31/2018 3:03:00 PM
Teppo, you are always kind---thank you