Only Fools Live By That Sword

A poem from the short collection: From Seed To Soil.

There are no walls –
the colour falls for miles to see,
the dragons dream and fight with us,
the pirates take us out to sea.

There’s so much time,
for all the rhyme and reason sought,
to drift in clouds you cannot reach,
to reach each moment trapped in thought.

There are no rules –
for only fools live by that sword,
to walk and talk amongst the land,
and of that land become a lord.

There’s so much hope,
in mysteries elope my friend,
for cops and robbers, injuns too,
don’t let your age bring this to end.

Written by Shane Ferguson
On The 4th January 2011