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What would I do if I became a millionaire


Perhaps buy a cottage in the country, for us to share

Where we would awaken to the song birds call

Watch the leaves change colour in the fall

Sit on the porch in the sun

Seeing the world go by, and having fun





Just think of all that country air, filled with the ozone of the sea

Being woken in the dawn , by the waves crashing on the shore

The crying of the gulls searching for food evermore



Breakfast then out in the boat

Cruising around islands ever so remote

Playing a fresh fish on a rod, and line

Going ashore and cooking it in a fire





Then cuddle your head on my shoulder dear

And lets go in my luxury yacht away from here

Away from life's hurry and flurry and worry

Lets go and make merry

Away from this earth's shadow and gloom.

To a world of fair weather





Like free birds across the skies we may roam



Away from the madding crowd, dust ,smoke and din





From the not too enthusiastic response

that this chain poem has got

One wonders about money and poetry

and this is my stream of thought -

Why doesn't the theme 'money'

make poetry flow from pens ?

Wealth is craved for and sought after

Paramount in our scheme of things, hence

one would expect riches would make

poets fancies take flight

And make them copiously write

When they do, about love and hate

friends and mate

About justice and beauty

valor and duty

Volumes are written

even about wars and riots

Why does wealth alone take

the poetry out of poets? If I were a millionanire.