Wednesday, 9 September 2020

Penned



My head is like a farmers field

Scattered seeds of growing words

Gleaning meanings in reflection

Placed in groups of lively herds

 

I would like to write this picture

A coloured scene in dappled green

Populated full of well-meant stuff

Supported by the unforeseen

 

Avoid bewildering long windedness

To let ones reading times fly by

And reap rewards when harvesting

Feed satisfaction to the eye

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