Inspiration
INSPIRATION
Under open skies
When the morning Sun
blazes out in all its glory;
And the clapping winds
call out to me to scribe
their wandering story.
I ramble ere I will
among sweet nature’s finery,
And scribble down the verse and
couplets the trees, the hills and
rushing burns would shout me!
Then, when once more homeward
bound from my morning junket,
With a poem written in my notebook
safely sitting in my pocket.
© Peter Morriss 17.01.2018
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