Johndavisnearby
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
aren’t SHY
in one big Bound
the Poems become a Herd
with Music in the Sound
going round and Round
Down along the Border
of the MUSIC of the SKY
Listen with the Ear
See with the Eye.
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