| MY POETRY |
| All alone she sits A lost soul without a purpose A giant whose lost her gifts Six humbled people stare in awe and wonder At this great beast before them A magestic church without a steeple How long has she been here? How long has she moaned her lonliness? Waiting for someone to hear She has a story to tell But who is going to listen Who will even understand As she recites from whence she fell Will they care about her journeys before her end? Or will they just take what they want and vanish like the wind. She knows it's her time She's done her duty and served her purpose well As she lays there Caressed by the waves of the vessel that carried her here She hopes her memories will be saved Her only legacy In the words of her fellow travelers From tales quite exagerated from this moment after So as the sets or rises She does not know She gives one final sigh and happily lets go.... Terry L. Childs |
| HER FINAL THOUGHTS |
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| This poem was written for a poetry contest. The object was to write about a picture they provided. The picture was a massive ship wrecked on the ice. |
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