I'm no Longfellow, I don't try to be.
I write about what comes to me.
Like flowers that grow on a grassy hill,
Birds that land on my window sill.
I write about the woman I love,
About my God, who dwells above.
I write about the nightmares I have ridden,
About the things some people keep hidden.
I write about America, land of the free,
About all things that interest me.
I write about my mom and my dad,
And the great childhood I had.
I write about my dreams that are funny,
To make your day a little more sunny.
I write about everything it seems,
Like lakes, rivers and moon beams
I write about the good and the bad,
And the life experiences I have had.
I always find some thing I can write,
My mind never stops, day or night.
I also write about things that make me cry.
No, I'm no Longfellow, but I try.
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Author Notes
A unfilled list of some things I write about. I am always thinking and looking.
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