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A PINK FEATHER
A beautiful feather was given me
Some months ago gone by
So soft and pink and so distinct
My question is..but why?
I take this feather everywhere
With me when I go out
'Tis nicely tagged inside my bag
As I journey all about
Recently it went with me
As I went flying south
To foreign lands your softness fanned
Smiling like my mouth !
So what I say to you, dear feather
Is why are you with me?
Perhaps someone can tell this one
The answer to my plea
Colour vibrant, bright and gay
A joy before my eyes
Near the light as I do write
It shares my space.. so wise !
Beautiful feather, soft and light
With gentle curve you lie
Upon the desk with me you rest
So share with me your ply
Oh feather dear please give to me
The secret that you hold
Gently bending, no pretending
The time is now, be bold
But then I wonder is it not
Your beauty you do share
Calmly flexed with no pretext
Enjoying being there
Patiently I'll wait the time
To see if you have more
To come my way in light of day
Till then I'll go explore
Like a message in a bottle
If one looks very close
With open eyes to realise
The story things do host
A beautiful feather was given me
Some months ago gone by
So soft and pink and so distinct
My question is..but why?
©Elizabeth A Feisst 27 October 2005
I AM A PARK BENCH
Each day my sturdy format
Becomes the choice of many
On which to rest and reflect
To kiss and to smooch
With a loved one beside
To contemplate and view
Life as it passes by
For some I am home
Nowhere else to go
I am their refuge,a bed
A seat, a table - a hard choice
When there is no other
Yet my job is to be there
A sturdy resting place - waiting
For whoever and whatever
Comes my way; I gladly play
The role I was born to be
I am a park bench
©Elizabeth A Feisst 14 September 2005
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