Sunday, January 23, 2011


This is another old poem that I wrote when I was in the eighth grade.  I can tell that I was trying very hard to sound poetic!  It's a sweet poem, even if it's stumbling at times.

A simple dream; a cloudy mist,
Of memories long ago.
A traveling mind of tender thoughts
That cherish what you know.

Some suffering and heartbreak,
Your life a lingering song.
And troubles once, now gone away.
As life continues long.

So treasure every heartbeat.
Take care of memories all,
And live your life until the end,
When nature comes to call.

Emily Whelchel
April 3, 2007

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