Searching the roadside
For a thought that fell off.
Rounding a corner too fast,
Caused my thought to go astray.
There in the meadow it lies,
I can hear it calling to me.
Buried neath the brambles,
Too deep for me to see.
I shall prompt it to call often
That I may follow its voice.
With one last whimper I heard,
And rushed to find my fallen thought.
Ron
On second thought, I think I'll go catch that train again.
Great stuff Geo
dWb