Words

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poetry by Phil Benton

Words to catch the sun’s first ray,

Whispered prayers to mornings past;

Future’s chance to right the fates,

Of those that cry for days gone by.

Words to hoist the sail of day,

Joyful shouts to drown the din;

Present’s grasp on all unbroken,

Waiting for the tumbling fall.

Words to wind the sun to bed,

Anxious sighs to hide regret;

Leisure’s time is ever fleeting,

Out of view to them that blink.

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About Phil

Hi, my name is Phil. I’ve managed to escape the corporate world, rid myself of excess belongings, travel the country extensively in my old Winnebago, and find a new home on a beautiful barrier island in the Gulf of Mexico. I define myself as: a free spirit, a writer, a philosophical anarchist, a poet; a lover of nature, a lover of art, a protector of animals, as well as a devoted friend and partner
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