A Thought In Words
Words of thoughts,
Thoughts of words,
And the walls that separate us,
Move aside as necessary.
Itineraries un-kept,
As un-kept yards that offer
Little shelter to the dogs
Beneath the ponderosa pine trees,
Swaying to the rhythms
Of the wild and wandering winds,
Crossing mountains and desserts and seas,
Where sailors sing
And send upon the ocean breeze,
A song for the beloved.
Copyright © Ruben Ramos | Year Posted 2016
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