i was born in the wrong century,i was born to run in the fields,with the birds singing there tunes,where trees stood still and poets roamed.the sky was blue,and not full of smoke,where you could see the stars floating in the night time sky,where love was still a sprout,that grew to a lovely size,where i could say chamber rather then bed room,where we lived freely not just in some cage,the world not yet explored,the future not far ahead,living in a small town where every one knows you,or living far out exploring the ends of the forest.schools where just one room,and the clothes where elegant.for i was born in the wrong century.i wish i could live among the birds and watch them sing and dance,but that past is gone,i was born to late
YOU ARE READING
poetry for the village known as the great world
Poetrypoetry that i wrote bc i would like to be poet.this book most likely wont end bc my love of poetry wont come to an end
