Recreational Poetry Poem by James McLain

Shockingly suspenseful not meant to bully
Written to catch your eye.
Meaning to be dressed as you might dress each day.
To wrestle your mind
To taste the sound of each misspoken word.
Precocious a lad or maid never mad
At the world.
The sea the sky the taste of salt in the air.
The rain the clouds
The colour of light we all would share.
The evidence-based and silver wings
Of songs that dare.
Freedom to speak the words that lead to truth.