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