Member Poem

I sit in my chair, yet I wander
I wander to new lands, never before seen
Where waters run red and the sky glistens green
The grass moves away from every step
While trees speak to the unseen creatures
Places like our own, but with so many odd features
I sit in my chair, yet I wander
I become someone else on my journeys beyond
It is exciting. Thrilling. So joyous this bond
Day after day these places speak to my soul
To live their lives in a way I never could my own
I dream, create, and watch the world I have grown
I am passion, I am creativity, I am a writer