I bought a book, took some notes
On everything that they wrote
Of what a poet needs to know it
If they want to be a poet

I learned a rhyme can be just fine
But not all the time it needs to rhyme
So in my journey I did set
Where I was out to do just that

I started slow, took baby steps
Not overly confident of myself
But as they say I turned the page
And haven't looked back since that day

Now what I find that's in my mind
Entertains from time to time
I may not know how poetry grows
Or the direction the wind of inspiration blows

I'll just follow along the winding path
And end up where it ends up at
Because I bought a book, and took some notes
On everything that they wrote