My Keep

Russell Smith For inspired contest My Keep I feel that I have burrowed away The outside world is held at bay For it is here that I can play Smell of candles in the air In this place I do repair And think the grandest thoughts my dears To laugh or cry my many tears No judge no jury of my peers Snug on the cool sheets I may laze To find the words that will emblaze Feelings about our world so fair Or perhaps I’ll write from true despair This is my room my palace my keep My place for joy my place to weep