The words come singing from my heart,
Pleasing are they to me.
They draw me aside from our busy world,
Adrift on a peaceful sea.
From childhood’s longing to today
A craving there has been,
To let these thought arrange themselves
To picture life and kin.
There deep within my soul I find
Word pictures clear and real,
Beating a cadence known as verse
Flowing with rapid zeal.
Striking are they, their message clear,
Beauty they bring in rhyme.
Just enough peace to quiet the soul
With visions calm, sublime.
The reader may ask in gentle quest
What tale is being told?
The reader may find a gem supreme
A cherished gift to hold.
(January 1994)