It's just poetry, it won't bite


06.14.15 Posted in today's words by

Jeanette Cheezum’s most recent poem to appear here was Just Before Winter (May 2015).

By Jeanette Cheezum

Moonbeams prancing on small bay ripples.
Tree lined streets waiting for our journey.
One mile, three miles, five miles, ten.

Many dreams fill our heads.
Hopeful plans, but not sure where to go.
It’s out there we just have to find it.

Each day beckons us to go a little further.
Around the bend and over the bridge.
Early morning a rainbow pulls us to a meadow.
This is it, this will be our home.


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