Twenty days have come and gone,
Only Ten more to go,
A challenge it was and still is,
Of Thirty poems to bestow.
I’ve enjoyed what’s come to mind,
Each day as the words form,
Spontaneity is something new to me,
As impromptu is not my norm.
My hope is that I can finish,
And accomplish well this task,
Of Thirty poems in thirty days,
Then in my accolades I will bask .
Leona J Atkinson
04-20-13
Leonas Lines--Poetry Plus 