cjtagalong

a little lyrical fantasy

Cjtagalong
Cjtagalong sang a song in my ear

As she nestled in my arms

Now there's nothing more to fear

'cause artman's cradled cj's head

bent down to smell her hair

Christmas crackerjacks and snowplows

faintly echoed in the past

by the fire a crackling roasting duck

a pot flowed buttered corn

cold fingers, toes and frozen nose

by warming fire and flames that rose

to melt those precious hands and feet

and bring a rosy glow to lovely cheek

cj sang a song of lovers crossing miles of stormy seas

to a harbor always waiting

and a cottage lined with trees

there's a land where children run in wonder

chasing fireflies in summers dusk

where ancient tribal paths are worn

and evidence of cobbled walls and ancient halls

have crumbled down to dust

a whispered song of happy times and warmer climes

of poets and wanderers come home from shining seas

where venturers have come to rest to harbors snug and cozy nest


I_ArtMan

Author's Note

say whatever you like.

Reviews

[Steve Thompson]

happy times and warmer climes of poets and wanderers come home, I see the lyrical fantasy, a sort of world you created in the poem. I found it delightful, the best word I can use, I liked your word usuage as well.
Interesting piece

[I_ArtMan]

just want to thank you steve thompson for the review. i liked it.

[I_ArtMan]

this is not the right format. i 'managed writing and edited this so the lines would read as i intended. that's it for me.... i would go on but i can't stand seeing this this way.