The Calling Poem by Margaret Ann Newcomb
The Calling
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My lunch I've had
It's time to nap
I'm sleepy for the sun
Though guilt I feel
I must reveal
For all my chores undone
I close my eyes
and see the smell
of ocean mysteries
Begin to paint
a picture swell
of undulating seas
Capsizing dreams
a wrestle screams
a jerk to coax me home
A windchime breeze
awakens me
to all my chores undone.
Saturday, September 8, 2007
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