Poems in the wind

No longer a preacher or a teacher my words are sold for free

Not written on stone or carved in bone they are gathered from life's debris

An envelope of paper love did elope, in wind written crooked lines

Poems in the breeze, whispered by trees echoes in the pines

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Me too my friend.
(No longer a preacher or a teacher my words are sold for free)
I write and I write. Maybe like Bob Dylan once said. ( If you steal my work, please write it better. If I save one life. My lifetime of writing was worthwhile.) Amazing and worthwhile poetry shared my friend.
Coyote

[Soren]

Thank you so much Johnnie for the read and most kind words of support. Your words have made a great difference in my life and if I can leave a word that influences another I will feel overpaid. Thanks again my friend

[Coyote Poetry]

I enjoyed your work Soren and you are welcome.

[Arundass TP]

Excellent short poem. Powerful lines

[Soren]

Thank you so much Arundass for your read and comment it is as always appreciated.