Where words and wisdom
Grow on trees
Rich ripe ready words
Falling on paper
Rhythms too are there
On branches, waving
In the wind
And thought bunches
Blossoming, scent
The air in this place
There are hills to climb
And wonder what’s behind,
In this place
Water too is there,
Dripping, dripping
Slow, worrying a word
Into a rock
Martin Swords Oct.2007
Poetry Is The Place
Martin Swords
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/this-is-the-place/
