The poet
The essence of the poet.
I go where The cobwebs shine Dangling like diamonds On the green boughs Of the forest beings. I go where The mist gathers Above the loch Enfolding the geese. Who honk forlornly. I go where A wild flower Waves happily In the breeze Near the ever shifting dunes I go where My loved ones gather So I can enjoy The laughter and fun. Savouring the moment. I go where I can listen to Bach Whilst writing poems And recording my li...
