The Wizard

I met the Wizard

as he floated by a tree

this morn!

I was walking my dog. . .

it wasn’t the first time

I had seen Him,

but it was the first time He spoke.

 

His language was strange. . .

almost archaic;

but I understood every word.

He spoke of brotherly Love. . .

 

©Russell Kendall Carter, BA. MAT. Dlitt.

 

 

 

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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