Homebound
Wend the wistful days away,
Drab and drear the driven rain,
Where the mind goes out to play,
Amongst the clouds on heaven’s plain.
Narnia in closet nooks,
Shakespeare’s Hamlet ghostly haunts,
Treasure Island, pirate hooks,
Or, Holmes with clever clues he flaunts.
I’m never ever trapped inside,
On swift adventure I am bound,
On poet’s wings I often glide,
Or deep in caves with treasure found.
With power gone a candle wick,
With scour scan the library,
As fingers turn the pages quick,
The lost is found and fancy free!
Peter Lowell Paulson
May 15, 2020
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