DOWN along the Border of the Music of the Sky

DOWN along the Border

of  the Music of the SKY

a tiny WORD is FOUND

a Gift of the Bard

from the time

the Earth was ROUND

Time to ride the Word

from where the hills

are SHY

in one big Bound

the Poems become a Herd

with Music in the Sound

going round and Round

A gift of the Bard

Time to love

the Beat and Sound