Poem: I Have Things

I have a feather on a stick

It is good for the odd,

creative trick

I have a rock,

that is lavender blue

It aids in this and that,

a thing or two

I have a bird

that visits now and then

She tells me secrets,

then, flies off on the wind

I have a man who stays around

He kisses my shoulder

when I feel down

I have a pot,

it’s big and black

I got it cheap,

it has a crack.

Published by sheilarosskuhn

I write, I am an earth mother goddess...

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