Poems Submitted by Our Readers

        I am formed by the dust on the ground
        breathed the breath into my lungs and my spirit was born.

        Wind and songs all around;
        My eyes are opened.
        I stand on the soft grass floor.
        
        Now the fires come and burn the ground;
        I run to the sea and jump from high off the cliff of clay.
        My body washes to the shore
        and so my spirit flys away.


        Lindsay Ziesmer