Memories from the Attic
To Catch a Poem Poetry’s like the wind you know, Words fly by they come they go. You rush to put your thoughts to pen, For they may not return again. The best are caught when emotions are high, Snatching them up as they go by. Now a calm arrives... You scratch your head, The words are gone, your poem is dead. Then a stirring starts and before you know, You are writing as fast as your pen can go. Unannounced a tempest may sweep you away As a poem knows neither night nor day. Don’t be afraid to open your heart, For that is the place a poem starts. One day in the attic cold and gray, They will find the poems that you tucked away. And just like the wind, they will never die, For you captured the heart as the words flew by. Ruby Palmer ~June 1999
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Memories from the Attic
To Catch a Poem Poetry’s like the wind you know, Words fly by they come they go. You rush to put your thoughts to pen, For they may not return again. The best are caught when emotions are high, Snatching them up as they go by. Now a calm arrives... You scratch your head, The words are gone, your poem is dead. Then a stirring starts and before you know, You are writing as fast as your pen can go. Unannounced a tempest may sweep you away As a poem knows neither night nor day. Don’t be afraid to open your heart, For that is the place a poem starts. One day in the attic cold and gray, They will find the poems that you tucked away. And just like the wind, they will never die, For you captured the heart as the words flew by. Ruby Palmer ~June 1999
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Memories from the Attic

Memories from the Attic

by Ruby Palmer
Memories from the Attic

Memories from the Attic

by Ruby Palmer

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To Catch a Poem Poetry’s like the wind you know, Words fly by they come they go. You rush to put your thoughts to pen, For they may not return again. The best are caught when emotions are high, Snatching them up as they go by. Now a calm arrives... You scratch your head, The words are gone, your poem is dead. Then a stirring starts and before you know, You are writing as fast as your pen can go. Unannounced a tempest may sweep you away As a poem knows neither night nor day. Don’t be afraid to open your heart, For that is the place a poem starts. One day in the attic cold and gray, They will find the poems that you tucked away. And just like the wind, they will never die, For you captured the heart as the words flew by. Ruby Palmer ~June 1999

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781481756259
Publisher: AuthorHouse
Publication date: 06/16/2013
Sold by: Barnes & Noble
Format: eBook
Pages: 136
File size: 265 KB
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