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.
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rkcdlitt
I am a retired high school and college professor. The last 10 years of my teaching was as a college professor of literature and writing. I have self-published one book of prayers and meditations and am preparing another book of poetic odes to faith and love. I am truly honored to be welcomed into this group.
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