My Writer's Words Poem by Thomas Plotz

Thought about writing a poem today,
Words came then faded away,
While - Poison Oak, played in my head all day
The Mal Blum version, with the writers words…

Being the Son of John, I
Thought about Mephibosheth, and
All the times he was welcomed back
From Lo-debar by his family

While - Poison Oak, played in my head for me,
My writer's words, the ones I see
Oh…
My writer's words, the ones I see
Poison Oak, played in my head for me,

It was all day long,
It was,
Love all day long…

T. Plotz
My Writer's Words
12 AUG 2016