Each page reads like a mystery
Of another place and time.
Each page filled with color and beauty
Scented with a poets... stanzas' rhyme.
Tickled my fancy…shivered my timbers
Each line…better read that the first.
Don’t want the story ever to end
Want to add just one more...writers' inspired verse.
Reading on up to the stories climax
Heart now... beating like an Indians’ drum.
Anticipating what the outcome will be
End of story….on my minds adventure
Still…further more… and yet to come.
By: Linda Winchell
Copyright: 2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem