INSPIRATION COMES
Inspiration comes through
the window
On the wings of the winds that
blows free,
Whispering so softly of things I
do not know,
Then images of beauty I then can
clearly see.
I hear a chestnut tree gently calling
my name,
Without touching I feel each leaf and
find treasure
Of sweet chestnut, not to pick them would
be a shame,
Fresh air tell me of the sap in that tree so
strong and sure.
Inspiration flows with the flight of a
tiny bird,
Telling me of distant lands so very
far away,
Where the pounding of different waters
are heard,
I even smell the fragrance of different flowers
that sway.
Inspiration comes when I see the sun
again awake,
I travel with her far imagine all she sees
from above,
Wanting to be part of all her giving as
she takes
Her stroll across the sky then thank
God for His love.

(Millicent) Ann Margetson 16 August 2004