Poetry from the book {The Lion and the Sun} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

Watching the sailboats go in, such beauty is the blue and white

The sail takes on the sky

Alone in another city, where all the fun is in the money

It could be Boisie, Duluth, Marquette, Iowa City, there all the same

Anywhere is good if you've got the money

Man paddling a canoe alone against the wind

He makes it to the other side and throws out a fishing line hoping for a dinner

People want to throw their dreams at you, they want to shit on you

There's not a damn thing that I can do, there is no magic wand

Here you live by the lakes rules, the wind is king

A seagull sits on a green bouy patiently waiting for a deal a meal

The flag flutters from the Northwest, an ill wind if it's blowing hard enough

It's no surprise that no one comes back, too many stairs, too many days without a break

There's nothing lower than sitting in a bar all alone

The women stare at you and get prettier as you get more inebriated

Bars are nothing but a con job, but so is the world.

Poetry from the book {The Lion and the Sun} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas