Inspiration

A quick thankyou to Stephen King and allowing me to travel with The Gunslinger,

Sounds gather around me
Softness within these roots
Yearning to sit down and listen
But first I kick off my boots

Now the music is ending
However the softness has hold
And it flows through my pen
Whilst The King doth stare bold

The inspiration is fading now
A crow is calling from the bookcase
The King has shot The Gunslinger at me
And I wander across the desert my base