Writing Poetry
Writing Poetry is always a blast.
Whether it's about flowers
Or things from the past.
I sit and I sit day after day
Writing and writing,
So much to say!
Back in the woods or in the City, You know,
Writing serendiptiously about
Prints in the snow.
Dreaming about Santa landing On the snow.
Seeing the sights, or sitting
In the fireside's glow.
Rhyming little ditty's or long sad tales too.
Or maybe about going to parties or
The zoo.
People often ask me why do you write?
I seldom answer or
Tell how the light bulb lights.
I'll just keep on , whether sad or light
Knowing by instinct
What to put down on paper tonight.
Monday, January 1, 2018
