TO THREW A CHILD EYES
BACK TO POETRY REGESTERY
I sit beside still waters,under an old oak tree.
I see many reflections,even the one of me.
I look into the water,and see a cloud floot by.
tough it's just a reflection,of the cloud up in the sky.
I wounder if people see me,for who I really am.
I wounder if my reflection,is the vary same to them.
Oh Lord I ask this of you,Lord if i may.
Make me strong,and forgive all others
for what they might say.
And make my reflection,stronger to Oh Lord
For a weak and waving reflection,I can
So softly I do smile,and wave my hand to you.
And here is my reflection,for everyone to view.
by dallas brown 19 oct.07
PAGE DONE BY SPLITFINGER 10/19/07