Wendy Joy Brady

Wendy Joy Brady the Poet

Knowledge's Pure Gift by; Wendy Brady Knowledge. . .everywhere we look The heart of learning, can't be mistook All the good reasoning, surprises our eyes The new born butterfly, soars so high Around the garden of verses, where trumpet's play Stars have gone but the blueness of creation is a fixed song Such a sensational array, the sun shines, piercing the skin Deep with its kind positioning and rewarding grin Soul's diamond light, sufacing, shining bright No-one here to criticise the passion's indepth plight The day's unique voice, paralysed by beauty thought Creating a posture of kindness like duty sought Standing tall, in a real life scene of evermore Ears. . .graciously picking up, all sounds of immaculate life A pure landscape of star studded brilliance survives Watching, how the future echoes and equally sings To thy ability like a remembered Queen or King