In The Poets Playground Poem by ray wills

its my poetic playground
my place of loyal trust
i compromise my valor
and conjure up a crust

my bread is baked and leaven
my words are Truth and grime
I'm stranded in this playground
until the end of time

my shadow is a lurking
follows me around
he walks out there beside me
coasting on the ground

my words are so intuitive
my fingers quick and lean
my hands are heavy laden
my minds like Halloween

its a complicated picture
its created out of dust
its crafted out of memory
and its planted out with trust

theres many many players
roaming around this town
with many wounded soldiers
and many eiderdowns

theres many trusting damsels
many poets friends
theres many hearts a broken
so many around the bend

its a helter skelter fairground
just like kids at play
so il write this verse
then transverse
then go on my way