Safe from the sun sitting under my bonnet.
The light greening the grass as I look upon it
In the midst of my scheming
My mind wanders dreaming
To a place where the world is singing a sonnet.
The tune is familiar and filled with sweet rhyme
I’m lulled by the verse and its measure in time
Then with a quick shake
I’m startled awake
Ending my journey into the sublime.
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This post was inspired by the Writing 201 (Day 2) Prompt: Journey, Limerick, Alliteration
2015/02/17
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