My name is Jason Bayliss and I have written poetry since I was a young boy, a habit I have continued all the way up to the current day which is my 50th year on the planet. I do a tough and demanding job and in my down time I like to write and also love a bit of archery out in the woods. I've seen a fair bit of life. I tend to always write in rhyme and make no apologies for that, I put it down on paper how I hear it in my head. Although I love reading prose. I just love the insights that people share no matter how they share them. In life, I laugh, I love, I'm a bit sarcastic (but only in a loving way) and I care.
Written in memoriam of my wife's mother who loved Wrens: Little Wren The summer was sweet and warm and long, The wheat and the barley grew high, And each day was graced by the joy of your song, But little wren, it's time to fly. Your chicks have grown swift and nimble and strong, They've taken their place in the sky, You've taught them well, taught them how to belong, So little wren, it's time to fly. We know you can't stay, can't stand winters grey, Must find a new place warm and dry, So open your wings and trust when we say, With our love little wren, time to fly.
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