My Paper Boats Poem by AUTHOR KELLY JUUZ

My Paper Boats







Deep asleep, as I washed my head,
The downfall called flooding
The village became of erosion
And souls went dumb to decide...

Quickly, to mum and dad, dumbbells!
Tears scolded the momentum,
Back in the shelves, harboured books,
To work, a craftsman of ship, I became

About eight boats I made,
Imagine my boats with broom saddles,
Imagine my boats with no bench or chairs,
Such was for remedy mission

To all safety destinations, all I sailed!
Smiles overturned sampling sadness,
Appreciations hugged me, - a hero!
Oh, in my trance, i did all these deeds.

A dream about to come real,
Sailors shall safeguard my history,
History shall sail peacefully through my days
For this, I have nurtured, so be it.







©Author Kelly JUUZ
(A salient prolific author...)
03/09/2018
09: 12AM