WRITING THE WORDS

Yes, I can write a poem
About a tree that stands so tall.
But dare I compare my meager words 
To Kilmer’s “Trees”, that said it all?

And I can write a word or two, 
About a leaf or two or three.
But O. Henry’s tale told it... Oh, so well!,
Without any help at all from me.

How about an ode to Spring 
Or to a cheerful, chirping Meadowlark?
Or to boy and girl walking hand in hand
On an Autumn day in City Park?

A verse about a Golden Hawk,
Soaring high... up in the cloudless sky?
My words would flow, with ease, I know,
And so could yours, if you’ll just try.

I’ll pen a rhyme on plants or weeds
And even one about St John’s Wort.
All my poems will be surely sweet....
But I can’t guarantee that they’ll be short.