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"Music"
Kelly Hanwright

I have music in my soul.
Some is silver,
Some is gold.
But I can feel it.
I know it's there.
I hear music everywhere:
In the leaves
As the swing on the trees,
In the echo of mountains,
In the whisper of a breeze,
In the powdery flakes
Of the soft falling snow.
I hear music wherever I go.
In the murmuring lake,
In the sighing wind.
I know the music will never end.

"Unsung"
Kelly Hanwright

We all have poems deep within us,
Poems just waiting to be written.
We all have dreams asleep inside us,
Lying in some darkened corner.
And we have songs imprinted in us,
Pounding, scratching at the door.
Spring up, Poem!
Fill my being.
Flow through my pen onto the paper.
Waken, Dream!
Be ever free to become reality.
Rise up, Song!
Fill my mouth.
Fly forth and inspire the world.
For surely it would be a sin
If I should go through life ignoring all these great
And glorious things.
I would truly,
Oh so sadly,
Live my life in vain.