I wish my life could turn around and I would be happy <br />in leaps and bounds.I wish I could have the know how <br />to write a book where everyone will stop and look. Just <br />to be noticed, to say I was a great poet, but just like an artist <br />no one would know it. I wished I could dream of sonnet where <br />cattle were grazing in their herds, but I have a problem, a difficulty <br />with words. <br />Shakespearean characters that just come to life where a <br />Windsor lady was a merry wife. Oh how I love those <br />Shakespeare plays that were performed in the Elizebethan <br />days. The Globe Theatre and A Mid Summers Night Dream <br />what a beautiful play with such a poetical theme. <br />People think that poetry is a thing of the past and most of them <br />say it will never last; so how come I am writing today. <br />Well I am just trying to tell you, it won't go away. <br />It is there forever in a land of the pen whether it be quill, pencil <br />or written on the back of a cash register bill.<br /><br />sylvia spencer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/poetry-10/
