Treasure Island

Christine A Kysely

(Merrill, Wisconsin USA)

The Poet

The Poet always weaves his thoughts
With the finest needle and thread
Each word carefully placed
Intricately woven, carefully chosen
Like the finest piece of Normandy lace.

His words... just as the winds, wind themselves through
Treeless forests of mind, seeking a bud to bear
Over both emotionally calm and stormy seas

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