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.
Death Of A Cabin Boy
The dream I had was fierce and strong yet somehow I knew
I did not belong; on a ship that was lost at sea where the waves
were so high that they almost drowned me. As the storm blew in the
men held fast then down to the deck came her mast. The Captain
tried to steer her west but the ship was being held back,
by a fierce tempest. You could hear her creak againts the tide
as her hulk rolled from side to side. Only one of us was safe
from harm, but who that was left ere calm.
The Cabin bo