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NO THOUGHTS
Nothing is coming from the end of my pen,
No poetic verses flowing so fast and free,
My cluttered mind seems closed not open
To words that usually come forth from me.
No deep thoughts to stimulate the soul and mind,
No scenic beauty enlightens in me sweet thought,
The sparks out as the light is dimmed, it is hard to find
Within me the right words each sight brought.
I see a stand of trees standing naked in a grey sky,
Bereft of leaves signalling to us summer has gone,
Then like the migrating birds my thoughts fly
Leaving these sombre thought only partly done.
Seeing cattle being slowly to a warm barn led,
The freedom of field roaming now too soon past,
Yet I find it hard to imagine standing still being fed,
Normally I could write of how long captivity would last.
Nothing I see, no thoughts stimulate my brain
Into writing words to enlighten or joy bring,
Come back sweet gift from God please return again,
I feel alone and empty, return so my heart will sing.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson October 13, 2002