For contest sponsored by Tom Woody
Poetry soup is a place where I belong Where poets are people too with Rights writes and wrongs A place where friendship can blossom and bloom Where someone’s always there From rising red sun to diving blue moon And the contest though I rarely place Grows my mind and skills safe to say Yet like a smoke signal to send words up Find someone who reads and shows love For the soup that we all emerald embrace That we share and stir as we write create Some even share their art and life Opening red hearts in joy in strife Poetry soup means to me that magic is real A pen is a wand and our mind creates thrill
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