Mike Coulter

The Summerland - Poem by Mike Coulter

Summerland by micah coulter

Thoughts and dreams and shiny things
all dancing about my mind
and i whistle a tune under the moon
and let the old times die

the pictoral crickets, chirping about
and the frogs and toads serenade
whilst a crazy man, dances on land
that is warmer than a summers day.

The woodland is a peaceful fro.
and the meadow so full of my cheer.
alone in the woods is also good
for a crazy man dances near.

you find it hard sometimes, i've found...
to let your old dreams die
i guess your right but just tonight
ill Draw my dreams back Nigh.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 30, 2010

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