The Road Goes Ever On and On

There is a place that only some can know, It's a place where you cannot tell all, Where you will need to use your imagination Because if not all will fail. It's a place with mountains that reach higher than the clouds, And trees that are bigger than the biggest oceans, Where the grasses are mighty, strong and tall, And the flowers bloom their everlasting blossom. Where the rivers run with the sweetest song, And the falls blast out of the strongest stones, Where the woods are filled with a beautiful fragment, And the floor is a piney loft. Where the fowl fly high below the outstretched sky And the deer run as swift as the wind While the cats play as soft as a kitten And the beaver finds his home by the blasting river. And now there are the beautiful plums Rich and juicy hanging on the strong branch Of a tall and glorious tree That stands in the outstretched prairie. And the fish that jump high above the water top Landing ...

I really enjoy writing poems. In my spare time that is what I like to do. It helps me express my thoughts and use my imagination. I have written quite a few poems and am hoping to put most of them on my blog to share them with my friends and family. I hope that you can enjoy them, and that I can put some more soon on my blog.