Poetry Writing Class
their melody
men and women standing in line
inside your mind
need to reach as far as you can to make them smile
each one is not indifferent to your arrival
the way you touch them
One life was like a painted egg shell
going round and around like a topAnother life was buried in the warm sand
up to the nose
Let's go hunting wild things
in a deep snowy wood
where our footprints may be revealed
Poems by Marsha Campbell
August 2006
Marsha Campbell
Marsha Campbell was born in Portland, Oregon. She has a B.A. in Anthropology
and an M.A. in Creative Writing from San Francisco State University. Besides
writing poetry she loves to sing jazz and folk.
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