I wandered freely as a cloud
Reading poetry out loud
Lost as I roamed twixt south and north
The poem distracting as I moved forth
Where will it take me
There’s rhyme but no reason
A map and a compass
More befitting this season
Head in the clouds
Sight clear as mud
Four lines of verse
And then I should
Take up the challenge
To find my way home
Leave Wordsworth behind
When you go out to roam
Mike O’Leary - April 2016
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