Riding Curiosity To Mystic Places Poem by Terence George Craddock

I could have let words migrate in sky wind currents
I could have risen on wind thermals touched cloud heights
but the joy joy joy of fishing white baiting in spring

tide youth memories
estatic memory was
calling calling calling

there are rivers within rivers
there are streams within streams
taking curiosity to mystic places


Terence George Craddock (Afterglows Echoes Of Starlight)
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