We're jumping with our talents ,
on the way to find a place ,
where poetry flows in thoughts
written on each poets face .
We're walking with our metaphors
through meadows of the mind ,
searching for words and wonders
and whatever else we'll find .
There's a gift under a corner-stone
holding up the sky ,
it 's one of life's most
precious things that money cannot buy .
Because our gifts are similar
that makes us all good friends.
Maybe we can meet again
where poetry never ends .
By Paul McCann
Originally Posted On Site: 2008-08-13 07:47:26
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