Fool Himself (The) Poem by David Thomas

Fool Himself (The)



Spinning in circles vivaciously
spontinuity at its best
feelings swirling people whirling
everything one big circle spinning
spin this way spin that
spin everyway and anyway
falling lopsided on the soft earth
our backs all down and hands intertwined
staring lovingly at clouds
on this fine summer day
nothing could be better
don't let this go away
now done spinning all are laying down
but from our lovely loving influence of love
now the earth is spinning back
like a cycle of love and friendship
between lovers and the world
we spin one way they spin the other
we spin this way they spin that way
sunset now we sit on the hill
knee high grass and a swingset tree
the beautious evening this truly is
oh i wish shakespear could've seen this in his prime
the iinspiration of many years to come
now following our footseps here
we walk the whole way back
arm and arm hand in hand
we stroll across the land.

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