A Poem

by Don on January 1, 2008

in Don's Writing

mountians-fromnametag2.jpgI tried my hand at writing poetry when I was in college. In those days there were no computers to act as containers for my poetry so I filled them away on paper in places I expected to be able to find later. So, on this New Years day I’m going through some stuff and there in a brown file box I find this poem I wrote all those years ago.

“What is there here to travel?
Nothing more than is of every day.
Which is in work and play to be found
a daisy.
I look and find within it forever,
here I roam.”

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