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Poetry in Motion
by Glenda Higgins

Poems stretching around the world
From pens of trouble
And pens of love
To tell it all again
In foreign tongues

Stretching, stretching, can they reach
The stones on the forgotten beach
Where man began
In a distant land
Marking tributes to the gods

Who visited with fire
From the sky - silver and gold
Flashing radiant wonders
Stretching, stretching, did they reach?
Our primitive minds
Waiting with sharp stones
To carve poems
Washed by the waves
Over millenniums
Waiting to be reborn

Poetry in motion
A forgotten way to see
Let's form lines around the globe
And write some poetry
Stretching, stretching...


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