Tuesday, March 17, 2015


            What benefits have I to bring the world,
            What capabilities as yet unfurled,
            What gifts that generous nature has bestowed
            For me to pass along in my own mode?

            Apparently, it has to do with song
            When words and rhymes and meters go along,
            Finding their way, discovering new thought
            Revealing what I didn’t know I sought.

            Just as the birds now waken with the dawn,
            Wafting their songs across the lightening lawn,
            I feel a kindred impulse to declare
            Whatever I’ve melodious to share,

                 Contributing to nature’s harmonies
                 With nothing more intended than to please.