In Poet’s Paddock I have a lot of time to muse. Herewith my thoughts on life’s path, whatever we choose it to be.
Moments drift in light throughout the day
As particles of thought the fluffy cloud
That shifts and changes ever on its way
Unveiling our truth beneath the shroud.
I ponder this as to my lips I press
Sweet tender hay the harvest hath procured
From summer’s field where once twas verdant grass;
When cut and baled its purpose is assured.
With every moment life gives spirit shape
Well-rounded, square or twisted, it’s our choice.
The journey leads to love or conjures hate
Revealed in the heart and through the voice.
My wish for thee — take care the path you choose,
For moments we embrace our journeys prove.
See you anon in Poet’s Paddock …
Shakespeare “The Equine”
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