Notes About The Poem
I posted this as Quintain but in truth I am not sure what it is.
To Read
To Read, perchance to dream,
To run through woodlands fresh and new,
The grass an emerald green,
To follow the words to draw me in,
As they describe the scene.
To see and feel as the poet feels,
To see and live the glory,
To be a part of everything,
To be within the story,
Of mighty battles lost and won;
Engrossed in a pot pour ri,
Of wonderful description,
Of freedom, love and life.
Words of passion, love or hate,
That cut just like a knife.
Words to take me far away,
To soar on eagle's wings;
Or search for treasure yet unseen,
Or hear the angels sing.
To read, re-read and read again,
To feel it, taste it all,
Experience the stuff of dreams,
Adventure gives it's call.
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