Poetry Land

I took a walk through a special land
The people I've met have been so grand

I see a young girl skipping through the sand
Forever searching through this magical land.

Her words are so far beyond her years
Sometimes they will bring you to tears

While walking under a clear blue sky
I see her circling oh so high

Then I hear the song of the messenger bird
Whether happy or sad she'll sing each word

In beautiful song for all to hear
She sings of the things she sees so clear

I come to a garden at mid day
I see a young lady of mischievous ways

She seems to be Flippin through life so fast
She breaths each breath as if it were her last

I take her by her small hand
we walk through this garden that is so grand

Then I walk along a shadowy path at night
There I see her in the pale moon light

I hear her like a cat she purrs
Her silent words the dead do not disturb

She seem to have a feline form
The words she speaks are not the norm

The words she paint with strokes so bold
The words that sometimes make your blood turn cold

She uses colors of every hue
The colors she uses are always true

A pixie girl from down in New Zeland land
It is she who deserves a much better Man.

I've met many others along the way.
a monkeyboy,how many others I can not say.

Oh it is such a wonderful land I like to visit every now and then
where I write and make new friends.

by Nick1959
posted on 06/28/2009