*** Random Poetry Anyone? ***

To Andrew
Do not fear the dark, young one,
Nor the prowlers of night.
Do not fear the cold, my dear,
Nothing there will bite.

Do not flee the storm, my love,
Nor the lightning's flash.
Do not flee the raging winds,
Sit and watch them clash.

The dark is to be loved, young one,
The cold is to be held.
The storm is to be watched, my love,
The wind is to be felt.

Do not fear the life you live,
Nor be afraid to soar, for
Once the fledgling has been fledged
The nest is home no more.
(Summer 1997)
( 3/21/2003 08:30:00 AM ) Lisa#

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