My Thoughts Do Tumble Poem by Shaun Cronick

I clear my mind,
What words to write.
With my blue pen,
On paper white.

In my mind,
What is to see.
A poem of thought,
Pure sensibility.

A delicate thing,
Handled with care.
Lovingly shaped,
Without compare.

One of a kind,
A standalone.
Its message unique,
Its seed is sown.

It slowly grows,
By word of mouth.
Across divides,
North and south.

Recited by all,
To ease all pains.
From their hearts,
Through their veins.

Burdens are lifted,
For a while.
Enjoy the moment,
Enjoy a smile.

My thoughts do tumble,
Line by line.
Shared by all,
Now never mine.