Chasing a thought through the brambles,
Within my busy mind.
Stung by the acceptance of a few,
That create a poem so kind.
Words need to be married, a couple,
That romance the written word.
They must have a sound that's pleasing,
And a rhythm, when they're heard.
Best wishes, neerja
Hugs,
Connie
Michael D.
Ron
And soar thru the sky so blue
And scatter across the ages
To be read by me and you.
I'm sorry George, couldn't help myself.
budd