PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

They think because I sew and bake

And sweep a white pine floor

I never think of winding roads

Somewhere beyond my door!



They think me deaf to messages

Of winds in trees that bend

And away in sheer abandonment

While all I do is mend!



'Tis true, my body dwells at home

While a white shoreline calls

The roving heart and soul of me

Beyond these humble walls!



And so I sing and bake my bread

And baste my narrow seams

But while I put my loaves in pans

My heart still, is light with dreams!





Dorian Petersen Potter

AKA LadyDP2000

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