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