Poetry Poets Poem by Mill Field

Poetry Poets



Poets are spinners of threads, weavers of words
Into magic carpets woven;
Shooting solar winds, with reach beyond the stars and moons,
To land on mossy banks of Time
Or break on shores of different clime;
Then, having mined rich seams of thought,
And old views seen with new eyes caught,
Return to homeland's beaconed port.

Thursday, September 14, 2006
Topic(s) of this poem: magic,poets
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