The quotient of blue in marriage with shimmering green , jasper plow land surrounded in eastern pine motifs and whitewashed barrier
The morning clang of 'smith , cooper and farrier
Days of black pig iron  , cured oak and strap leather
Messages that forever ride the backcountry Autumn zephyrs

The moon and the sun are eternal travelers
With a most refreshing smile
For me
And for you

Little dolly on her horse,
     how she rocks back and forth,
chaos upon the others as she pulls strings
     through the room disruptions she brings.

A permeant stitch upon her face
      hiding the reality of mistrust in place,
of what she did to others feelings
      thinking of her own fun instead.

Little toys, patch work dolls
       afraid to lose a stitch or worse.
This nightmare on a wooden horse
       ruining the bedroom of toy and child.

She smiles with glee as the horse says nay
     but she doesn't listen to anyone today
forth and back she doesn't care of who is scared
     then what was not even a thought goes wrong.

But rocking and frolicking has its woes
     as poor little horsy snapped a rocker
and doll fell with quite a tumble
     Mummy came and saw the mess.

Poor little horsy got put in the trash,
      in the corner she does now stay.
As not forgiven for her wayward ways,
      and for rocker that got thrown away.

Remember that what we do has repercussions  
       be it toy or child, we must think first.
For if we are selfish and not thinking of others,
       then it will inevitably be us that is in trouble

You were a Poet the moment that you were born
Your talent came about when you woke up from your yond
Perfection came from Heaven upon
Your words were everything to think of
You wrote your ideas down
After that, your poetry took off, and was being read bound
I am your inspiration being the sound
You were given understanding and motivation
Yet hatters said you will never be a Poet
But you were confident and proved the hatters wrong
You were a Poet and you made your writing strong
Because the talent was all within, you continued to write until when
You have become the Poet you thought you would never ever reach
Yet you have encouraged other inspiring Poets in knowledge as a lesson to teach
Your Poetry talent was established as a Heavenly gift
It was always a Poet’s wish
Expression in your own right
You wrote in how you felt to release the tension of being uptight
It seemed at the time it was a plight
Yet even through the midnight oil, your writing did shed some light
Now say it loud and strong, “I am a Poet and I have showed it
Your talent has been exposed to the outside world
You have captivated other Poet’s and readers in making their hearts swirl
Only a Poet can see, a tomorrow, but it’s illustrating everyday until the end of time.