Description: A bit on inspiration, and letting the words come, not forcing them
Soft Rush of the Breeze -------------------------------------------
The pitter patter of the keys
The soft rush of the breeze
A passer by looks at you
You smile because it’s polite to do
Back to work with hurried hand
To get this manuscript to the stand
A page here a chapter there
Sometimes you just sit and stare
A mind under pressure is no mind at all
Think where you’re going or prepare for a fall
When ‘The Block’ sets in you know you’re done
And an empty mind means no words or fun
So free yourself from the daily grind
Relax your body and calm your mind
Let your fingers work, they know what to do
And before you know it the draft is through
You found inspiration among the trees
And the soft rush of the breeze.
Submission Name: Soft Rush of the Breeze
