The poem with an arrogant voice speaks and demands that the poet
Write of love pain life joy trees clouds over cities
And things both near and far away, golden discovered mysteries of love
And events yet to be born into time, a poem is a written gift by the poet
For you and me , a poet who walks the dog on cold or rain falling
Afternoons, who puts the mail on the hallway table,whose dreams stretch
High as the soft white clouds, whose memories reach as deep as tree roots
Whose feelings ring bells of tenderness in human heart
Whose tears and joys in waves come and go like the ocean tide
Who finds a mystery in each coming day and wonders what it will
Teach,the poem speaks in a loud matter of fact voice
That tell of trees cities sea Earth and sky
For man knows that life is an unexplained mystery that must be lived
Day by day,poem tells the poet that I have no voice
Until you the poet give me one