His First Desire Poem by Richard Stilwell

His First Desire



Tumbling,
Flying,
Floating,
Drifting to settle,
Oh the morning dew,
After being blown,
Accross the heavens by mother nature,
I want to grow again,
As my elders have before me,
To bare seed that flies__

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Richard Stilwell

Richard Stilwell

Mooresville, North Carolina
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