Ribbon
I look at the pale blue sky
The white clouds form ribbons
Ribbons that tie the sky together
Tie the sky together
I ask myself where the clouds fly
man’s heart jumps for joy at the sight
Mountains have a glory all their own
These ribbons will always show the glory of God
Ribbons that are here in the morning
gone in an hour never to be seen again.
Each different never a two alike
Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Touching and Never Touched | 0 | 04/25/2010 |
| Bethlehem | 0 | 03/30/2010 |
| People | 1 | 02/15/2010 |
| Ribbon | 0 | 02/12/2010 |
| Touching and never touched | 0 | 02/12/2010 |
| Touching and Never Touched | 0 | 01/19/2010 |
| Bethlehem | 0 | 12/08/2009 |
| Waves | 0 | 10/01/2009 |
| Sue | 0 | 10/01/2009 |
| Pan the Day Away | 0 | 09/17/2009 |
| Sue | 0 | 09/17/2009 |
| Waves | 0 | 08/10/2009 |
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