When stirrings of my soul begin
To urge the hand to move the pen
I’ll put in print a dreamer’s word
A simple song my heart has heard
A favored thought from long ago
May be the cause for ink to flow
Or beauty found on nature’s stage
Can put the words upon the page
A bit of humor that I’ve found
Across the paper dance around
With hope perhaps they will beguile
And bring about a happy smile
Or thoughts to entertain a child
At times across the page run wild
A journey to an unknown world
Come forth as pages are unfurled
But every piece of work I write
With meter loose or meter tight
Of verses short or verses long
Are part of my poetic song
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