MIXED THOUGHTS
Can I write another poem today, of what is in my mind,
Just a jumble of thoughts one theme very hard to find,
For once my thoughts are not sorted or tidy at all, indeed
They are more like, wild tumbling, running tumble weed.
Flashes of thoughts that sets my mind on funny things,
Then I watch the birds returning on tired weary wings,
I hear the train whistle miles away down the lonely track,
Then wander outside and feel the sun warm on my back.
I feel the closeness on shared love that is deep within,
Lovingly think of the grandchildren and their loving din,
Have visions of some stately ship sailing on majestic seas,
I close my eyes and dream of a sweet gentle summer breeze.
Each thought could be a poem, I’ll try and sort them out
One by one, with my heart rejoicing my inner voice will shout
As hundreds of poems I write and clear my troubled mind,
And maybe my soul then will feel light and a little peace find.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 30 March 2006