First Draught
let the memories fill y’ with feelings so familiar
The melody re echoes in my head
A song I’ve heard before
Slipping in to wreck the rhythm’s rhyme
A try to write a song as creative juices spring
A rush to hum along and every thing goes wrong
As words just disappear in ragged time
And country pictures fill my opened mind
That certain time of day that oh so special way
Our eyes just turned to see the sky and we knew why
Fingers swiftly stroke and pick a rill of running time
And thoughts and feelings form to laughing words of rhyme
But nothing fits to fill this crying need
To truly tell it burning in the fire of joy sublime
Copyright © Donald Meikle | Year Posted 2006
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