Heather P Wilson
My Wandering Thoughts
My thoughts head off at random
Without planning they just roam,
I struggle every day
To keep them here at home.

They`ll hop on a ship to paradise
Where I would wish to be,
To find if magic breeds under sky
Above mysterious sea.

They often zoom to mountains
That I glimpsed years ago,
Where they view nature`s beauty
Enhanced with virgin snow.

My thoughts wished to visit
Where palm trees may adorn,
No way could I give them free will
Or I`d be left forlorn.

A training scheme they`ll be on soon
Where they must learn and heed,
They have everything at home
Any happy thoughts could need.