What is there better I can do than make
A daily verse and exercise my gift
And skill “for heaven and the future’s sake”
(As Frost once wrote): for joy and for uplift?
For that, it must be musical and chime,
Depicting in apt imagery fresh sights,
And when there’s charming rhythm and apt rhyme
There grows a poetry that most delights.
Free verse and prose have their own merits, true,
But I’ve an aptitude for this old kind
And feel the happiest when I pursue
A style where sound and sense are intertwined,
For such a verse has more vivacity
And lodges longer in your memory.
P.S. This poem is not one of those
As you correctly will suppose.