This is the first poem I ever wrote. I had no idea I was a poet, and then one day I knew that I just had to get a notebook and start writing something down, it turned out the something was poetry.
All forms of creative art can come to you like that, one moment you’re not a writer, artist, musician, the next moment an idea appears in your head and won’t go away; somehow you know exactly how to create whatever it is.
It’s a miraculous thing, and if you wish you could create something, give things a try, and never give up. Creativity comes as a surprise to many.
Peace Sit on a hill see the tall waving corn Showing its face to the sweet summer morn See in the meadow the cows and the calves Chewing their way through the green summer grass Listen in peace to the church bells a’ringing Of hope and of joy and of love they are singing Gone are the days of the cart filled with grain Here are the days of the car and the plane But there’s no reason why we should all hurry past The God given gifts that are here – and will last If we rush – as we do – fully of hurry and bustle Too busy to hear the soft wind as it rustles The trees and the flowers The grass on the plain There’s so much to lose and so little to gain It’s peace and contentment we’ll leave as we pass Rotting and lost in the tall summer grass Deb Hawken My first poem 1984
Deb Hawken - Amorah 