sylvia spencer Poems
|161.||A Water Lord||6/4/2006|
|162.||A Field That Saw A War||2/22/2006|
|163.||A Basket Of Goodies||2/24/2007|
|164.||A Bats Tale||2/16/2007|
|165.||A Clothes Line||3/22/2006|
|166.||A Lonely Heart In A Thunderstorm||9/14/2006|
|167.||Ride The Imagination Train||4/28/2005|
|168.||A Wayward Life||4/21/2005|
|169.||A Bunch Of Roses||4/11/2007|
|170.||A House Called Lonely (A Trilogy In Three Parts)||8/19/2006|
|171.||The Cat That Came To Tea||2/24/2006|
|172.||A Cry For Help||2/20/2006|
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A Cry For Help
Dont keep me hidden,
in this dark room,
please show me the sun,
so that I can bloom.
I know you kept me here,
just to keep me warm,
but now it is time,
to show me the dawn.
I am ready to flower,
I need some light,
and the warmth of the sun,
that shines so bright.
I have been shut away,
all winter long,
my bulb and stem,
are now extra strong.
My date is near,
to join all the rest,
and show off my trumpet
at it's very best.
I dont care where I stand,
or where I go,
I just want to put on,
a very good show.
Lord Of The Night
At the closing of everyday, there is a wise old bird
that comes out to play. When night time falls and the
sun goes down there he sits wearing that same old
frown. He's a very proud bird who is swift on the wing
with the sharpness of a needle and as wise as a king.
He's a hunter of rodents who dives with a swoop, then
into his talons he takes with one scoop.When he sits on
a branch you can see he has power and that's where he
stays in his ivory tower. Then with one full swoop he dives