InspirationA 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 |
Stats
82 Views
1 Review Added on January 30, 2010 Last Updated on January 30, 2010 AuthorMaking TracksLeeds, West Yorkshire, United KingdomAboutBasically, just a writer who likes her pieces to speak for themselves to whoever they can. more..Writing
|