ODE TO WDC

ODE TO WRITING.COM

I’ve been away, too distant shores, seeking acclimation.
Returning home, where memories lie, such a warm sensation.

I have walked the sands of other sites, where writers vie for fame,
Seeking those who yearn to read, fresh stories with my name.

I have learned in surfing wide, that no matter where I roam,
There’s no place like WDC, a site I shall call home.

Sunlight, less bright, verging on the edge of night.
Writing.com is the only place, the greatest writing site.

Golden sand, my final stand, provides a sensual sight.
No more surfing distant shores, in the middle of the night.

I shall cut the bonds and move my dreams and bring them back with me,
From other sites and distant shores, to my home at WDC.

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(Note: For those who do not know the meaning of this poetic work, I have been posting
my writing on other writing sites for a while now. I have learned from this experience that
the community of Writers and staff at WDC are gifts to cherish. I am pulling ALL my work from
those sites and returning to WDC where I belong, a place called home.)