Pensive thought required,
for writ of humble praise,
crashing tones dissuade,
trembling hands to raise.
Scurry to find a sacred spot,
pen and paper in haste,
gathered as we stumble,
into your web site place.
Laid pen and paper to the side,
into your mind's eye we try to hide,
soothing embers rekindle thought,
found that for which we fought.
Quiet reflection, now close our eye,
recalling the sweetness of your writ,
at the feet of a master dare we sit,
and why must we always say goodbye.
On the morrow we return for more,
for on your pages wonder you store,
awaiting our visit yet another time,
this time onto your lap we climb.
As a child we knew of folk like you,
who ushered in unending delight,
sending us to dream land at night.
Yes, you are one of a chosen few.
| Name of Honor | Date Received | Laudation |
|---|---|---|
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[Content] Poetic Heart Award |
210921 | One |
| WebTech Monthly Contest | 220930 | Two |
| Poetic Heart Award-Second | 210921 | Three |
| Squeeker Mouse Poetry Award | 210824 | Four |
| Poetry Point Excellence Award | 210819 | Five |
| Lindy's World of Feelings | 210818 | Six |
| Beautiful Poetry Site Award | 210817 | Seven |
| Beautiful Poetry | 210606 | Eight |
| Poetry Award | 210501 | Nine |
| Poetry Award | 210530 | Ten |
| Giving Words Award Program | 261005 | Eleven |
| Lupércio Mundim-Award Founder | 280605 | Twelve |
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