This is the poem I wrote after finding Wicca.
Hope you like it.


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Ye Pagan!
How can ye not seek sooth
Dose your heart not soar,
Thy eyes not see, Thy touch not feel
Thy soul is old and guides thy way.
Walk thy earth beneath thy feet,
Thence feel the wind a pond thy back,
Like waves through water thy memories brought,
Hath thy fires not flamed thy craft,
Come Ye Pagan, Come Ye Home!






My first poem was when I was little in school we made a small book and had to put something in it
I used my finger prints to make people all over the place in it drawing pictures of different types of people in the city. It was cute

It was simple : People, People everywhere rushing here and rushing there!

Now I add:

People, people have some care ..........


Now how about adding the next line? Keep my childhood story going What adventures we could have?


Please keep it as if you were going to read it to a child please.............
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