SET FREE
I am as restless as the blustery wind on a stormy night,
Thoughts are flowing through me at the speed of light,
Tossing, tumbling, falling like leaves from an old tree,
All the ideas scambling, all wanting to be set free.
My mind is as busy as a beehive on a summer day
As all the thoughts come buzzing busily my way,
One idea after another flow though my memory,
I know that sleep can’t come until more are set free,
My mind has gone sailing on a galleon stately and tall,
And it is hearing the gale and raucous sea birds call,
A galleon full of treasures in my mind on a silver sea,
Heading for the harbour where it can then be all set free.
The train is whistling as it races along the straight track,
Going so fast it seems that the wind is at her back,
Carrying more luggage filled with more ideas for me,
Waiting to be unloaded so once more I can set them free.
Here comes an laden barge pulled by an old horse of dirty grey,
Tramping along the tow path, greeting others along the way,
Each barge is full to overflowing of thoughts that want to be
Emptied into my crowded mind, all screaming to be set free.
Any means of transport or shape, form or size does call
Begging me to remember and whatever may befall
Have me write a story or poem, whatever category
Begging me, pleading with me to help me set them free.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson January 31, 2003