I’m going west.
Where the snow capped mountains
reach up to the heavens
and their streams
sparkle under the warming sun.
I’m going west.
Where the wild flowers grow
and spread a coloured blanket
as far as the eye can see,
and the majestic deer run free.
I’m going west.
To God’s Garden of Eden,
a place of peace and tranquillity.
Where skies are always blue
like skies aught to be.
I’m going west.
To a land that is free
from all the hatred I see.
Where each day is filled
with wonder from dawn to dusk.
I’m going west to be me.
10 April 2009
That sounds like a wonderful destination. Have a great life there, David, and thanks for a terrific poem. A '10! ' Best Wishes, Marilyn
Well I hope it is south west as it would be lovely to see you and your Mrs. I really enjoyed your poem, so liberating. Smiling at you from Hobbit land, Tai
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Magic flow and rhythm David. Is West where you have been away lately, or the 'heaven in your heart'? What ever it is, I am sure the world would love to follow.....Top Marks Karin Anderson