Poems From Somewhere <br /> <br /> My poems they come to me teeming<br /> During times when I am merely day dreaming<br /> With nothing in mind they seem to find<br /> A refuge in my feelings confined<br /> <br /> Then I must fervently put down by pen<br /> Those thoughts so strange before they end<br /> And when all is done and it comes together<br /> I am then most surprised as ever<br /> <br /> A goodly number of poems I have amassed<br /> All reflecting memories of my past<br /> And still they come, I am not yet done<br /> I cherish writing them all, one by one<br /> <br /> Where this will end, will I ever comprehend<br /> The origins of these ditties I have penned<br /> But write them I must, and in the end trust<br /> They will never ever fade into dust<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> John Cornick<br /> Halifax, Nova Scotia<br /> <br />   Submitted By: John Cornick