I've written poetry since I was a child. Some of it is mystical, some is love poetry, some is written from the point of view of the working class.
I wrote the following poem later in life, but it recalls a childhood memory about Kane's Lake in Wisner, Nebraska.
The Goldfish Are Fine
But you know we can't afford...
Used skates, mom.
You won't take care of them. Remember the goldfish?
They didn't die, mom. Besides
Knit sweater. Winter socks. And
I don't often share my love poetry. Well, maybe just one.
From the first day
Yes, I'm a collector
Yet surely I'm unlike
So tender love come to me
You'll find more poetry at the poetry links on this site. (Gee, isn't that logical! ;-)
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