Discovered poetry at twelve years old after reading The Two Glasses by Ella Wheeler Wilcox. |
I came to this city filled with self pity,
For my friends were all far away...
A tall white Birch reared its stately form,
High in the path of the oncoming storm...
One needs to be fruitcake,
Truth be told a complete loon...
Hidden deep in the woodlands,
Near where a river flows...
Love stole all my diamond dreams,
And threw them back at me...