To The Plains I Cast Poem by Micheal A Wareing

To the plains I cast my mind.
Pondering secrets from granite flesh cave.
Waves of power crash against see able port.
Carrying forgotten shrouded saves.
Emotions clings with strong intent.
Remembrance of hot-blood shot dragon's eye.
Bitter-sweet is memory of fare well kiss.
For angel appears with joy to take flight.
To who made mother green live!
Holy in pilgrim ways westwards I been taught.
Sin of hard lesson befall of new sight split.
To find myself, take now and fore sight sought.
To the plains I cast my soul.