Somebody told me the other day,
To write a poem about something special.
I've wracked my brain,
Till I'm struck dumb.
I just can't think today
Of all the nice things
I want to say.
I've looked at all my surroundings,
To get some kind of clue,
But all I see are packed boxes.
You see, we are moving soon,
And my mind is full of so much to do.
Stress is stress, yes,
And worry me silly.
The wonderful things I feel,
Are all locked up inside.
Maybe the words will come,
And yet maybe they won't.
It might be long time a comi'n,
Or maybe even tomorrow.
No telling what my mind will do,
If'n I put some thought to it.
There are some special people out there,
Who deserve better than I can say.
Even tho I've never met them face to face,
They are still very dear to me.
I've never been a member of such a group,
Who have so many talants.
Mine are so dim compared to their's.
I've only been a member,
Of this fantastic group,
For less than a year.
But I feel as though
It's been much much longer.
I have been inspired by so many,
And I can only hope
I've given some the same.
I cannot see into the future,
But I pray to be among
These wonderful people
For a very very long time.
I look forward,
Each and every day,
To hear from at least one.
So here I am thinking hard,
Of fancy words that just won't come.
All I can say to my special friends,
Is "hugs & smoochies",
And "I love ya",
And "keep up the good work".
I think you know by now,
Just what group I'm speaking of.
They are indeed an amazing
bunch of people,
Of which I'm proud to be
a member.
Maybe someday we can all meet;
Wouldn't that be grand!
Thanks to all my special friends,
Whom have been so great to me.
I hope we are together forever,
And remain so very special.
I love yall very much,
My special group,
Of Web Dreamers.
by Jann Newland
(copyright-2002)
