Bet you never knew that I used to like to write poetry. Oh, I wasn't that great or anything but as I was sifting through the contents of a box that I cleared from my cellar, I stumbled upon two of these poems that I wrote. So here I place them for permanent keeping.

#1

He casts a wave upon the sea

It swiftly flows for all to see

The tender thoughts, the doubts, the fears

May come and go amid the tears.

They try to float, but yet, they sink.

It was not as was thought

I think...

#2

As roses bloom amid the trees

Their beauty weakened by the weeds.

As sunshine, water, soil do try

The roses wilt, as if to cry.

After reading these now I realize that they were probably my first attempts, and could use some more . Who knows, maybe I'll get back to them once again.