For my son's
Peace disturbed by worldly din.
Newfound home glaring bright,
Infant blinded by the site.
Old soul moans for shell anew,
Wheel of life is turning true.
Pools of innocence embrace,
Withered, weather-beaten face.
Love for words to great be told,
Arrival proclaimed to young and old.
Joy, free flowing from these eyes,
Thankfully lift up to the skies.
Finely crafted by the gods,
Perfect form against all odds.
Safely passing through the gate,
World of perils do await.
Poetry by Craig Frazer
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Written on 2007-03-19 at 10:16
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Arrival
Plucked from the world within,Peace disturbed by worldly din.
Newfound home glaring bright,
Infant blinded by the site.
Old soul moans for shell anew,
Wheel of life is turning true.
Pools of innocence embrace,
Withered, weather-beaten face.
Love for words to great be told,
Arrival proclaimed to young and old.
Joy, free flowing from these eyes,
Thankfully lift up to the skies.
Finely crafted by the gods,
Perfect form against all odds.
Safely passing through the gate,
World of perils do await.
Poetry by Craig Frazer
Read 858 times
Written on 2007-03-19 at 10:16
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