Where Bloom the Lemon Trees

A Garret Poet

Form: Mathnawi

There is a realm where fantasy and life combine
To be captured in a poet’s written line

Where blooms the fragrant blossom of yellow-green
And the scent of lemon trees is often seen

In this land he seeks his brightly feathered quill
As into story-tales time and magic spill

The pen that captures the ever youthful heart
While recounting sagas that reveal his art.

As Isambard created worlds powered by steam
So Will captures the imagination’s dream.


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