Sleep Me

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    Found this old poem. Written in early high school. Who knew what 8 years could do.

    Sleep Me

    Lightning strikes through the sky
    A way of light, a way to die
    Thunder rolls over the earth
    Each shock is a new birth

    Rain falls upon my face
    Caught in time, stop the race
    The wind blows over my skin
    From where I am to where I've been

    A new strike hits a tree
    Flames can only envelope me
    The tree falls in my path
    I hear a cry, a distant laugh

    All these things while I sleep
    Who knew I was in so deep?

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    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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