Photography Poem by Patricia Wiley

As the camera slides into my hand,
feeling, warmth and remembrance of it.
sometime i find myself wandering the land,
and i tend to get every little bit.

And the pictures to me are like a ryhme,
they show me all of natures Passive beauty.
that carry me on forward through out time.
For me it is almost like a duty.

Once you have seen every little detail,
you find the window thats never been opened.
And now somehow they never seem to fail,
With every second i seem to be with it.

My camera means so much to me
It's something i cherish for lifes eternity!