For #PoetsForPeace
The wild dogs run,
Through the prairies -
And sanctums of my mind.
Finding refuge, building dens,
In this sepulchre,
Where I thought I’d laid -
Many things to rest.
These dogs dig up old bones,
That I thought I’d buried deep -
Bringing them to the surface,
As if they are some –
Forgotten Treasure.
And when placed together,
They build the frame,
Of the man I am today.
Today I run with the wild dogs,
At peace -
In the fiery prairies of my mind.
Kevin Brown © 16.07.2016