Inspiration
What moves me to pick up my pen
Sit down and try to write
Its dreams and schemes .. million things
From dawn to late at night
For instance....there's the stars above
That old sun that shines so bright
A blue note squeezed through a battered horn
Or a babys cry at night
The give and take...the ebb and flow
Of anothers poetic ink
Its the simple things I see each day
That starts the flow I think
Its my love of God...of nature
The little things you do
That bids me to stand tall enough
To share my words with you
The way I write is simple
Outdated some may say
But I'm just the hand who holds the pen
Each time it needs to play
The worlds my inspiration
For a prayer... a poem ..a song
And I pray God let's me write lots more
Before I move along
By jollynoblefrog
© 2012 jollynoblefrog
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