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A Poem for my IC Sisters

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    I wrote this poem especially for my IC sisters, so I hope you enjoy.


    We Sing
    We Dance
    We Dream
    We Cry

    We Fly

    We Fly

    We Fly

    We are Born
    We Breathe
    We Die

    We celebrate
    Each new day's dawn
    With vibrant colours
    And compassionate friends

    We fill each wondrous moment with Wild Dreams
    About flowers that small as sweet as wine
    And about riding the wing of a Golden-Tailed
    Hawk as she Swoops on her prey

    We are Power

    We are Freedom

    We are the wind blowing through
    A running horse's tail

    We Dream

    We Dance

    We Fly

    Brenda Deminchuk

  • #2
    It's beautiful.

    Thank you.

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    • #3
      Brenda, That is very nicely written. You did a great job.
      Start each day with a smile and you'll be surprised how far that smile will go.
      Others will see it, start smiling themselves,and then pass it on to the people they meet.
      Before you know it, the whole world will be smiling!


      • #4
        Thank you for sharing your poem with us.
        I printed it out to put on my fridge!
        Now....yours is added to a list of other great things...several poems from Cricket, and my favorite~~~things from my daughter!
        Things change. The truth does not change according to our ability to stomach it. Without change, something sleeps inside us, and seldom awakens. The sleeper must awaken......All things change.