Light at the End of the Tunnel We march through this tunnel This dark, everlasting…
Poetry Is…
Poetry Is…
by Anonymous
Poetry is a dove to me
Flying high in the sky
To a blooming rose tree
On a sunny,hot day poetry is like a bunch of kids screaming and running to get on rides
Poetry is like a cotton candy sticking to a cone
and slowly approaching a child’s mouth
Poetry is like a puppy that you adore and that you never leave out of your sight