Sammi wrote two new poems recently.
I’ve traveled to a world where the flowers sing,
And I danced all night with the fairy king.
Where the grass was soft like a mossy pillow,
And I slept tucked away under a willow.
Where people and plants are one and the same,
And I watched flower children play their games.
Where I waded into a cool dark creek,
And met merpeople shy and meek.
Where I heard a sad, sad song,
When I returned home where I belong.
A Babbling Brook
A babbling is a beautiful thing,
Splashing around it can almost sing.
Trickling by at day or night,
A babbling brook is a lovely sight.
Carrying along many buds and twigs,
In a current neither small, nor big.
Flowing softly into a cool, dark nook,
Goes the beautiful sound of a babbling brook.