someplace in time,
a dusty drummer heard
a happy beat, his restless feet
danced in place,
to a song of rhymes,
but dusty restless feet
regret the stay
and beg for different
dancing songs
soon dusty drummer
marched away
from familiar beats
that make for dancing feet
walking into parts unknown
looking for a brand new beat
as we all know
these dusty drummers
make their own beat
and that is why
they move on
leaving behind
that song of rhymes
that led to dancing feet
Dear readers, this is my third book of poems, and inside are a special collection of what have turned out to be not only MY personal favorites, but also the favorites of many of YOU. Some of these have never been available in print before...
Be safe,
Karen
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Makes sense. Nice play on words. Peace, Love and Blessings Always, Paul.