I am not a poet
I am just a simple small town girl
I love to gaze at the stars
To feel the wind blow my hair and whisper in my ears
I love the feeling of cold mud on my skin
Laughing and screaming till I can't no more
I love to sit on the pier
To watch the sun set as it gives the sea one last kiss
I love to find a shady spot
To just sit there and imagine a world full of love and passion
I sit here, now
With my journal in hand
Writing about the art of words
But mind you, I am no poet.