Tony Avila Sampson

The Key - Poem by Tony Avila Sampson

These very words I look upon,
As I chisel it to be,

Are words I mixed that I've redrawn,
And is a part of me;

The time it took, now foregone,
Still it's here preserved for thee;

My expression is short, it's not long,
But it's yours to look and see,

To read and write with knowledge belong,
Is the key for ignorance to flee,

The way I feel, right or wrong,
I write with a spirit that's free.

Tony Avila Sampson

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  • (2/23/2007 3:12:00 AM)

    Wornderful flow and excellent message! (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, February 22, 2007

Poem Edited: Saturday, January 22, 2011

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