Reading The Poets
I tried to walk in their footprints
The stride was much too long
And my voice seemed to fumble
When I tried to sing their song.
Yet the joy was wrapped around me
Immersed in what I’ve read;
So many dreams and visions
To filter through my head.
I tried to write of their seasons
But the words had all been used
And when I read each feeble line
I felt they’d be amused.
Yet, still the joy falls around me
And fills my spirit full.
A single verse of poetry
Has such a magical pull.
Born in Calgary, Alberta, Pam Murray has been writing poetry since the mid-1960’s. She was married for over 41 years and has two daughters, a son-in-law, and a grandson. Pam has been published in a variety of venues. Her proudest writing accomplishment was a poem she wrote for a United Way fundraiser, which was later framed with a French translation and hung on the wall of the legislature in Ottawa, Canada. To her, poetry is a transposition of a vision she sees in her mind. Writing and crocheting are her passions.