Pride of Poetry
The Pride Of Poetry
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Like sunrise in the morning
or darkness of the night.
Even shadows hearken to her
when she sits down to write.
Oceans all grow restless
there's a stirring up above.
Clouds move so the moon can see
as she writes words of love.
Storms are brewing in the skies
her anger's not forbidden.
Be grateful for the skies of blue
on days her anger's hidden.
Tonight today is almost gone.
She's poetry's long lost lover.
When this day is over
she'll sit and write another.
With mountain tops and butterflies
and valleys filled with springs.
Lovers lost along the way
and sometimes angels wings.
As she looks through eyes of love
and only she can see.
What each new day's going to bring
the pride of poetry.
Edwin C Hofert
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