Young Poet

Young Poet, here you go, he said

As he handed me Leaves of Grass

Its greenish-golden hues

And picture of Walt himself

Inviting entry into a world unknown.

It’s everything you need contained

Between these pages

To be

The writer you’ve not yet known.

Handcrafted poetry by John M. Hines, 04/23/2016

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