William Mowell

Rookie (02/23/1985 / West Palm Beach, FL)

Find Your Way Home - Poem by William Mowell

I lie under these western skies
I hide behind these hazel eyes

I ride a horse of a different breed
And my words you doth read

I breath a poets last breath
This heart cease to pound, under my breast

The willow gives a second wind
Another road gets another bend

A china shop another bull
A slave will find another mule

The wind will chill the bone
Until you find your way home

A path less taken will find you
A road home will carry you through


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, December 13, 2007

Poem Edited: Friday, April 29, 2011


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