Heather Kemper Poems
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Magic The Gathering
Swamps and fire,
forests and seas,
plains tapped to cast a ward of green,
As Gods we fight to be the winning hand,
destroying creatures destroying land.
With nettling imps and poisonous lure,
we'll wipe out your board while frozen in fear,
With evil presence we howl from beyond
The damage done our opponents gone.
Onto the next battle we fight,
against creatures and demons gifted with flight.
The bog imp the ghost ship
the vampire and his bite.
The Serra Angel, the seaserpent with an enchantment of flight.
On and on we wage our wars
until our ...
With tiny hands
and tiny feet.
They are small and full of life.
As they learn to talk
and learn to walk.
we watch over them with love and pride.
Each smile each wink each tender kiss,
more precious than the last.
They are the gifts we're given in life,
they are the angels we're lucky to have.