By Mike Heenan
Literary Editor
True North Perspective
Not a Sufi Sonnet
Oh Lord, sometimes I get depressed
With all this weary world repressed
By Freudian fears and Jungian woes;
I just have to pick my nose,
Count my toes and wonder why
The sky is blue and just so high?
Once more ready in body and soul,
I find a sloping, green, clean hill
And roll and roll and roll and roll;
And I don’t quit ‘til I’ve had my fill
And inside, I feel still.
Some thing Celtic stirs my blood
And I am once again inside
The green and trees & holy mud.
Mike Heenan, © 17 April 2009 Mike Heenan. — Return to cover.
Mike Heenan BA, BJ, MA
Wordsmith~On~Call
Ottawa, Canada
www.oiw.ca
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