With pen in hand, and book in tow,
I left my worries, let them go,
To listen close, to capture sound,
And write the happiness I’ve found.
I seek a poem to ponder deep,
As through my mind the thoughts do creep,
And with my pen, I’ll take control,
And quill those words to make them whole.
As I walk along the beach,
I collect shells within my reach,
And quill my thoughts to words so fair,
To share with others everywhere.
With pen and book, and leave in hand,
I explore the beauty of the land,
And though my journey may be long,
My heart and soul will sing a song.
The post is written as a part of BlogchatterA2Z for the Alphabet Z.
Z is for Zeugma
