Little Ship Serenity
sailed down the rain pipe stream.
Carrying the treasured glow
of each a child's young dream.
And sailing on the troubled pool
of misbegotten gains,
Skimming o'er the storms, hot suns,
the cold and clammy rains.
Until it touched the port of hope
where loving waters lay
Until it reached them suddenly,
the home of truth, that day!
By Linda A. Copp
©April 18, 1970
Middies & Elder
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