I'm a bard of the spring fields.
Where pleasure and beauty yields.
I'm a Stamp fan of Merry land,
To lead this amuse to glory is my firm stand.
I'm a wanderlust, I don't go with
people who are racial and unjust.
I'm a painter, and I paint the music of my heart.
I'm a Gullah and singing my melodies,
to roses and daisies on the mead.
Ah! above all, I'm a lover,
and discovering my beloved.
I'm a plain painter, I' paint the music of my heart.... Yes, that is who a poet is. Very well crafted.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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I'm a bard of the spring fields, Where pleasure and beauty yields. Love the opening couplet.......! Beautifully written!