My Pencils Lead Tip.
There's those who say, I'm a bit of a poet
Others would argue That you just would not know it!
What ever the case, I just write the words down
You'll either smile,be sick, or probably frown.
In a nation wanting, of the Poet and Bard
Of encouraging words, When times seem hard.
Who! will pen them,Who'll come to the fore
As the few who did so, In days of yore.
Who!will make comment,On the things we hold dear
Touching a heart-string, Easing a fear!
Who I am inside, Comes out in the light
My heart on my slieve, An Idea, in the night.
A vast, boundless Ocean, Of passion and thought
Caught up in the moment, But it all comes to nought
If you cannot grasp me, In fellowships grip
Then my words are as worthless, As my pencils lead tip.
Copyright.Ross.L.Langlands,2018. ]
There's those who say, I'm a bit of a poet
Others would argue That you just would not know it!
What ever the case, I just write the words down
You'll either smile,be sick, or probably frown.
In a nation wanting, of the Poet and Bard
Of encouraging words, When times seem hard.
Who! will pen them,Who'll come to the fore
As the few who did so, In days of yore.
Who!will make comment,On the things we hold dear
Touching a heart-string, Easing a fear!
Who I am inside, Comes out in the light
My heart on my slieve, An Idea, in the night.
A vast, boundless Ocean, Of passion and thought
Caught up in the moment, But it all comes to nought
If you cannot grasp me, In fellowships grip
Then my words are as worthless, As my pencils lead tip.
Copyright.Ross.L.Langlands,2018. ]