Danielle N. Calhoun
BEAUTIFUL RHYME
With this mind,
I come up with lines
That soon become
A beautiful Rhyme.
With these hands,
I hold the pen
That writes the words
That comes from my mind.
With these fingers,
I type the words,
And the rhymes,
So that others may see,
These poems I weave.
With my heart,
And my soul,
I feel the things,
That these words show.
I close my eyes,
And I see,
All the things,
That I write, and read.
With these poems,
I touch the hearts,
Of many friends,
And Strangers alike.
©Copyright March 31, 2003 by Danielle N. Calhoun