Under the Tamarind Tree
Imagination flows through me
My eyes lit by the setting sun
Sitting under the Tamarind tree.
I sail across the greatest sea,
With gazelles and zebras I run.
Imagination flows through me.
I fight to set a nation free
And walk a jungle bridge for fun,
Sitting under the Tamarind Tree.
I gather honey with the bee
And like an ant, I lift a ton.
Imagination flows through me.
Imagination lets me see
Everything that should be done
Sitting under the Tamarind tree.
There's nothing that I cannot be
And all mistakes can be undone.
Imagination flows through me
Sitting under the Tamarind tree.










I recently came across your blog and have been reading along. I thought I would leave my first comment. I don't know what to say except that I have enjoyed reading. Nice blog. I will keep visiting this blog very often.
Ruth
http://www.infrared-sauna-spot.info
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Thanks. I haven't been writing much poetry lately, just too busy with other things. I try to get something on here at least once or twice a month.
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