MANY POEMS WRITTEN
It’s been many seasons since a pen in hand has written a first,
A poem about dark times, running from everything horrible.
Today maybe a fantasy poem or something about a dream,
In between the world I have seen, traveled within my mind.
Hear from me all the great and wonderful places I have been,
Listen as I also tell you of sadness and hiding from the world.
I’ve been to the moon, seen the universe from a different view,
Climbed the top of mountains, across the ocean to many lands.
From a long time ago, I have traveled to places of farms and the old,
I’ve seen monsters, things of legends and scary stories told.
Sleigh rides through the snow, to the North Pole I have flown,
I have seen the boss on stage singing songs of my choice and desire.
I have been everywhere and seen everything, I have traveled with the wind,
I have ridden with cowboys across the open range, another time and place,
Free to be, many poems written in a world that only I can see.