Alice Missing Wonderland
I sang to woodland creatures,
They never heard my call.
I wished for magic powers,
When I got nothing at all.
I wanted an adventure;
I wanted something new.
Instead I got reality,
Like a pebble in my shoe.
I was never one for worldly things,
I cared not for a soul,
So please, white rabbit, come
Lead me down your hole.
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Eclipse
PoetryCollection of original poems by Ethne Erickson "The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth." -Jean Cocteau "Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance." -Carl Sandburg "Poetry is an orphan of silence. The words never quite equal the experienc...
