Lifes Gifts

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I wrote this poem in 2001 after I had battled 3rd stage cancer and won. I sent them in to poetry.com in 2007 but never followed through but im back at writting and would like to share and learn how to become a better poet. I lost everything to the cancer and only then did i realize how much i always had just never opened the door.  

Lifes Gifts

I reach out my hand, almost able to touch
A Nuthatch and Downy, eating suet and such

Oh look it there, its a chickadee
a Bluebird and Flicker, all coming for seed

I have never known, from my life that's past
of the greatness that's shown, and forever to last

The sparrows are feasting, at the thistle seed
while the squirrel is nesting, with nuts at his need

The sun slowly falls, the sky is so red
as the evening calls, they've all gone to bed

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A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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