Burghs Poems | Examples

Eternal Minute Lodged

I’m in touch with my earnest feelings,
delight, pleasure, elation, gladness,
each day I awake to sunshine,
is’nt it such a  grand privilege,
which I now  deeply cherish,
 for eternal moment  lodging,
without inhibition or delay,
or at random  point of reference,
other than to pause and gaze,
in burghs, hubs, alleys, drives,
to treasure, revel in, foster 
gatherings of cordial folk,
who sense fellow inklings,
that impromptu golden spark,
of hobby, post, humour, zeal,
as time that astute passerby,
non judgemental watcher, 
sentient in its observance,
does not dare  to cut across,
interrupt or belittle magic,
on the hour instant interaction,
vital for searcher’s true quest