The Prize

     Okay, one more from the poem of the month club.. Another mushy, sappy, romantic poem, fresh off the presses. This should appeal to the ladies more than the gentlemen I would think, but the romantic in me…Made me do it. I didn’t want to,,really..I swear guys, she made me, honest..

     Please enjoy it,


The Prize

 I cannot race the wind

that’s going nowhere.

I cannot count the stars

up in the sky.

I cannot walk on water

though I would dare.

If you are my reward

by God I’ll try.


 Jack Downing

June 2012

Copyright© Jack Downing, aka Jake All rights reserved. Contents may not be reprinted or disseminated in any manner without the expressed written consent of the author. JRD 6/26/12

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When I think of what I want for Christmas I wish for this the most I'd like my friends and family to raise a glass in toast. To our health and hearths and to love and joy to each and all both girl and boy! Merry Christmas ~Jack Downing~
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9 Responses to The Prize

  1. Sally says:


  2. Beth Ann says:

    I like your mushy offerings…..very sweet.

  3. The greatest motivation is to accomplish the impossible. I have convinced a great deal of people, for instance, that I am sane.

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