Gathering Words

I gather words out of the air
Like leafs blowning in the wind
And put them in their rightful place
To make poems read by men

My ideas are my own to own
As I write them in their place
But eyes that read and take them in
Form their own opinionated case

What they tell to those that read them
Is for no one else to figure out
For the words that come out of my head
Only the reader hears them shout