In the wilderness that is my mind
There are treasures you might find
The joy that is a shooting star
A path that stretches oh so far
Will I follow where it goes
Or stop to see the vines that grow?
Will there be grapes to press for wine
Or patches of nothing where sun can shine
Footprints showing on the ground
A hoof, a pug mark, who’s around?
Animals and flowers in bud
Water oozing through the mud
All these things are in my mind
Step gently there and please be kind.
1 comment:
I love this - and the fact that it was an on-the-spot writing challenge. Wow. You bring order to the wilderness within- I don’t think I’d be able to even hack a path out of the jungle that fills my mind!
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