Theme: Love (with a touch of melancholia.)
Title: "My Curious Heart"
Date: May, 2002
Name: Pousse-Cafe


My curious heart
Leads me down open roads
That wind easy along the way
The way to your door

The birds fly above me
Singing a welcome
That echos through the trees
Softly tickling their leaves

Gentle winds brushing upon my back
Like telling whispers of forgotton lore
Asking for a kind remembrance
Of days spent with you

Try some line breaks after lines 4, 7 and 10 and here will be a jewel of a poem.

Thank you Lord Pineapple for the tip.
I added some new lines to balance the stanzas.
Any further feedback will be welcome.

"broaden" seems wrong, but I love "tickling" yes, you have made this poem not only more readible but very professional looking, but open roads that broaden?

After a "make-over" Lord Pineapple, I've arrived here with it.

(I do hope I'm not whipping a dead horse here)

Perhaps we were the birds, we saw an idoit in a field. You were nowhere near a ruddy door, but fiction this is, yu?

Grand poem mind, wish our writing head Lincoln didn't write crap, but wrote like you.

Well Goliaths, I thank you kindly for posting your reply.

You seem to be three that knows well the value of straight talk.
I can respect that.

Just a little tip, though.
Beware of little three-headed Davids carrying slings!

This is an excellent work PC. The presentation is, as Terry stated, very professional, as well as mature. I enjoyed this immensely.

Bryan

Such a fine poem as this is well-suited to represent FC in the Drytear Book. Excellent work here PC.

Bryan