Loud Thoughts On Bob Dylan
By CG Morgan

I've heard all the words by the legends of prose.
And I've listened intently till a simple line grows.
And I've analysed writings till my head's in a spin.
And I've struggled so hard till my mind's wearing thin.

I can't understand why so many are hailed.
As 'A Genius', 'A Poet'.
While some great men have failed.
But you stand alone like a beacon at night.
When you coin a phrase.
You can tell it's all right.

The Tambourine Man was a star over night.
And when you saw yourself bleed you said it's all right.
The wind that was blowing caused a stir in the street.
But your stone kept on rolling with the world at it's feet.

Copyright - Stray Threads Poetry - 2001
CG Morgan  cgmorgan@onetel.net.uk

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