A short poem about letting go of illusions…
I wrote this poem for the final installment of the Intro to Poetry course. It’s simple in form and hopeful in its message.
O Mother Earth, we shan’t despoil The place we come to learn and toil The oceans blue should never boil The ground below — the
On the distant horizon I’m seeking what lies ahead With feet planted in the ground And spirit let loose, dispread I can feel it, dimly