Open Minded
poetic scribble by Bob Axell 2009

 

My tinted window
Is closed by snow
But my mind is open
And blows tenfold

The winds of wisom
Always find their way
Into my memory
And there they stay

As a piece
And as a part
Of my belief
It is a start

I never steal
Another hope
I just cartwheel
Around the boat

My tinted window
Is closed and cold
But my mind is solace
My mind is old

The winds of wisdom
Do find their way
Into my brains storm
And there they stay

In hope, fully