Fields of Rhyme

From my knotty pine writing table Where I always feel strong and able I have built a world on typing paper Where I rule mighty as any dictator I’ve made a comfortable place of it For all the pages make a very nice fit Just the right size for each emotion And now my life has less commotion I have company hanging on every wall People young old short fat and tall Some funny some in love some whine All are the brush strokes of my mind I create interesting conversations And fabricate all sorts of relations Everyone does exactly as I deem - Acting out my every written scene I know each and every person by name Know addresses and where they remain I hear every breath - each spoken line Without me they’ve no voice or design I have built a world where I am safe Where I’m boss so can be early or late Look out the window - see what I want Or just hang out - and be nonchalant I’ve worked diligently near every day Writing down everything I had to say Planting many colorful fields of rhyme And generally having a very good time But as good as things are I must admit Something is missing for a perfect fit For what is a writer without readers Or a prophet without true believers So I invite you into my literary home Invite you to visit and to freely roam Thru the still crisp pages of my mind I do hope you like what you find