Borne on the summer breeze,
The hoary capped dandelion seeds
Fly on their way
Filled with life, they care little
About their destination
Sustained with a knowing
Their purpose will be fulfilled.
So it is with the poet sage
Writing his poems,
Casting them into the wind
Knowing that at some time
In some place
They will touch a heart
And make it glow
October 10, 2006


Comments: 15
Beautiful John!
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How could love be anything but Grand?
But you know that
"Casting them into the wind
Knowing that at some time
In some place
They will touch a heart"