In a cave, that opened on the side of a hill Is a legend that's spoken of many times still Of a beastie with wings that built up its nest
By Dan Mcgonagle aka CELTICPOET7 years ago in Poets
There's a place I sometimes go when I want to be alone I go there in my mind ignoring time, space, and my phone The atmosphere is peaceful though it doesn't have much air
The artist's hand works with his eyes Creating his vision with paints Some prefer to render raw nature While others bring to life ancient Saints
I stand untouched in the eye of the storm Nothing can touch me within Wherever I go it stays with me Guarding me like the fiercest of Djinn