I meant to sail the oceans
to which all rivers flow,
to spy a pod of dolphins
and watch the white whales blow.
I meant to be a nomad,
to join a caravan,
to ride upon a camel
through sweeping dunes of sand.
I meant to find a mountain
to climb where eagles soar,
to look upon a vista
no others would explore.
But when day of departure
for every journey came,
I failed to use my ticket --
no summits can I claim.
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Quatrain Poetry
Contest Winner
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Author Notes
This contest asks for a poem composed of quatrains, 4 line verses, that use some rhyme scheme. My poem is in 7/6/7/6 syllable form and employs an abcb rhyme scheme.
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