Poetry!

As many of you already know, poetry is one of my passions. To begin this blog, I will start with this poem that I wrote back in October of 2007.

Wind and Rum

From East to West, from North to South,
There blows a wind that bites the mouth
It gnaws the lip and chews the gum
And the only remedy is rum.
It blows across the hard, rock floors
Of Scotland and her wide bleak moors
I felt the sting of this wind on my face
As I herded my sheep 'cross that wide bleak space
And the only comfort for me red, raw gums
Was a beaker of that strong, hot rum.
It warms the spirit, it melts the snow!
It heats the blood from head to toe!
In the glow of the kitchen I heard that sound
Of the furious wind whipping 'round and 'round.
But I laughed at the wind and drank my brew
Enough to fill a whole ships' crew.
I awoke at dawn the next dark morn
And remembered nothing of the day before
But the only clue 'tis not a fable
Is the empty beaker on the table.
And still I hear that endless sound
Of the furious wind whipping 'round and 'round.

The End.