Tuesday, January 28, 2020

Poem ~~ Leaving the Desert

Happy 

I walked through the touch screen  that day 
Happy that I was free once more 
O fingers would poke and tickle 
Leaving tales I'd now be privy 

Leaving the desert is easy 
You'll please leave your shoes by the door 
Let the fingers tread on your toes 
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Folks think they live in a mirage 
Being born here, they put on airs  
They've been poked too much,  head to toe  
Counting electrons day and night 
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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2020, All Rights Reserved 


 - Photo Courtesy of the Link Below 
 - I am linked with Carrie Van Horn, Sunday Muse #92 at http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2020/01/sunday-muse-92.html?m=1


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3 Comments:

At Thursday, January 30, 2020 1:15:00 AM, Blogger Carrie Van Horn said...

Leaving your shoes at the door is a must with all that desert sand. love this Jim! A wonderful write!

 
At Thursday, January 30, 2020 12:35:00 PM, Blogger Sherry Blue Sky said...

I love walking through the screen and seeing other places, visiting friends, reading poems. Loved this, Jim!

 
At Thursday, January 30, 2020 1:38:00 PM, Blogger indybev said...

Leaving the shoes by the door and the sand behind is wise advice! Applause for dreamers!

 

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