The Circle Of Poet Tree

Spokes of thoughts traversing alight verse

Transpose thy Bard mellow, around The Circle

WordsWorth rain in veins engaged enlightenment.

Amid Western Reserve, stress on knowledge blesses

Tis the Bard of Nottingham, Circle of Odes.

Tallmadge Troubadours with Ohio Balladeers

The Circle of Ohio’s proud HeArt promenade.

From bards spokes evolve America’s HeArtMosphere

Tis an Art about living Star Spangled Banner beats

We be Red, White, Blue Ode of God Bless America.

Bard of Nottingham, grew up in Camelot’s Circle Ode,

With three K-nights, be K-ings, who fought the Realm.

They were those Robin Hoods, who hugged the people.

But alas they were all bullet slain by dragon masters,

For daring to challenge the Status Quo of Behemoth.

In and out, The Circle weaves the fabric of America

The Bard of Nottingham, still writes home, his Circle.

Alone Bard wish to write the Inner Circle of Poet Tree

To go around that A&W Root Beer stand Camelot memory

And sit upon Nottingham Drive’s Camelot Park Bench.

But Alas, it to be, just Circle Ode American Dream fantasy

That Dream that keeps bursting, like trips around Hope.

But words bee my soulmates taking on War Depressions

Where I can keep going around The Circle of Well Being

Healing amidst Camelot whence I BE that

Bard of Nottingham