Oh! The heat,
The heat I must beat.
101° in my seat.
It isn't tasting sweet.
The sweat!
Poor little pet.
I am not wet, yet.
And I will not forget.
The wind!
For I will not be blind.
To the bindings I find.
So I am kind
Breathe Tent!
So I can hear you shuffle.
And I can say kerfuffle,
I will dispose the waffle!

You are a poets dream,
If I am to be a poet.
Hair as light and fluffy as a cloud.
Yet dense and woven like,
Vines in a forest of trees.

You are a poets dream.
If I am to put words on paper.
Smile as wide as the horizon.
Yet devious and charming like,
the demons that are biblical.

You are a poets dream.
If I am to believe in the word.
Eyes as deep as the ocean.
Yet changing and searching like,
a lighthouse in the storm.

You are a poets dream.
If I am to keep the beat.
Hands as strong as stone.
Yet guiding and scarred like,
the seasoned boat captian.

You are a poets dream.
If I am to patch the scene.
Heart as heavy as an anchor.
Yet beating and living like,
Mine.