I EMPTY MY MIND OF FIGURES I empty my mind of figures And fill it with prayers I walk the avenue Guarded by beech and chestnut Over golden leaves Through the pathway of the daffodil That would outdo Solomon. Share this: poemPrintMoreTwitterFacebookLinkedInRedditTumblrPinterestPocketTelegramWhatsAppSkypeEmailLike this:Like Loading... By Timmy Conway By profession an Accountant By ambition a Politician By nature a Poet View all of Timmy Conway's posts.
