Who really directsA Poem by Linda alexander
Why I do write this poem
What guides me and leads me Do I have sense of direction Does the supreme play a role in our goals Sun rays raise in east to set in the west The stars travel fore ever to reach earth The waves of ocean voyage to kiss the land The cozy moon light aims for lover's heart Soft tendril of runner plant senses branch to climb Cats aim for birds when they arrive at tree branches Laughing springs flee for the river at mountain side Where is my sense of direction I really wander and wonder
© 2014 Linda alexanderAuthor's Note
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5 Reviews Added on October 20, 2014 Last Updated on October 22, 2014 AuthorLinda alexanderNew Hyde Park, NYAboutI am a writer and I used to write since I was nineteen years old. I grew up in a house with huge library. I read some of those books to be accurate I will say very few. I saw individuals reading day a.. more.. |

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