Sleep Me

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    Found this old poem. Written in early high school. Who knew what 8 years could do.

    Sleep Me

    Lightning strikes through the sky
    A way of light, a way to die
    Thunder rolls over the earth
    Each shock is a new birth

    Rain falls upon my face
    Caught in time, stop the race
    The wind blows over my skin
    From where I am to where I've been

    A new strike hits a tree
    Flames can only envelope me
    The tree falls in my path
    I hear a cry, a distant laugh

    All these things while I sleep
    Who knew I was in so deep?

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    Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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