Inspiration

Inspiration

A Poem by Making Tracks

Sounds gather around me
Softness within these roots
Yearning to sit down and listen
But first I kick off my boots

Now the music is ending
However the softness has hold
And it flows through my pen
Whilst the king doth stare bold

The inspiration is fading now
A crow is calling from the bookcase
The King has shot The Gunslinger at me
And I wander across the desert my base

© 2010 Making Tracks


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I like it, short and sweet

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Added on January 30, 2010
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Making Tracks
Making Tracks

Leeds, West Yorkshire, United Kingdom



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A Poem by Making Tracks