*I met Emily Dickinson on the edge of the wood
With paper and pen in hand
Know not what she wrote but knew it was good
As I've always been a fan
Looking at me she gave a sly wink
As if I understood
How strange it was that nature does not knock
And yet does not intrude
She then curtsied in a goodbye gesture
Handing me a rhyming book
Whispered,,,happily ever after
Before she vanished in the wood*
Mar 13, 2017
Mar 13, 2017 at 8:27 AM UTC
*I met Emily Dickinson on the edge of the wood
With paper and pen in hand
Know not what she wrote but knew it was good
As I've always been a fan
Looking at me she gave a sly wink
As if I understood
How strange it was that nature does not knock
And yet does not intrude
She then curtsied in a goodbye gesture
Handing me a rhyming book
Whispered,,,happily ever after
Before she vanished in the wood*
Worked this poem around an Emily Dickinson quote
How strange that nature does not knock, and yet does not intrude!
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