GEORGE MARTORANO (12973004) Poetic Words Normas Song My name is Norma, a unwanted island is where I live. A passion knoll ;a dwelling surrounded by urban nature ,and for me, so different to see; that imagination must call. After all life has its turns,oh , but thats my concern. You see, little sun meets down. Of course a roof of thoughts over head and this island is fair of un-welcome dread.....Fog and mist and my,in wait ..... whispers of bliss. Aah, but then the tide. The tide carrys a dream, coming coming, greeting each day. Wave upon wave, song then smile.....When in fall, sweet wind taps pane, birds quiet, quiet to a touch of evening rain. Yes, the tide comes each day, like some lovers kiss that never stays. This island home.....Never am I to roam. Mist and fog,the night hangs on.....The knowing tide, delicious smell, and it speaks my name oh so well ..... Stories are best . Oh, and a poem has sounds; the rustling fields ,a shout from hill , all brings meaning for a girls thrill. So, I do sit , I do wait.....For each day I know islands fate.....Guess what!? I laugh! I really really do,and say !..... Tide with waves, you moving world. You! Bring me my own-lovely-day. ********************************************************************************************************************************* I have written this for, Norma. Norma is a graceful , lovely lady. For Norman hears each week what I write from her devoted grandson Billy viva prison phone. She so enjoys hearing voice and words....You see, Norma is ninety-years-old [ young ] .Norma cannot see. By: George Martorano Copyright: 12973 12/26/14
Posted on: Sat, 27 Dec 2014 16:13:57 +0000
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