American Delight

His words he left behind They are always by my side In a little notebook I keep With me all the time His inspiration was deep Unlike any other I have read Shakespeare And I have read Allan Poe None like the simple man That speaks with simple words They are small yet holding The greatest meaning of all The man of San Francisco The true American delight A small cup of tea While you read his poetry in the morning Schools and libraries Speak of his name A teacher of teachers he was "Good morning, Mr.Frost" He is the taste of life That will never seize to exist He will never be forgotten I'll choose him as a star He often talked of his butterfly And left us with A boy's will In words of his own I say Nothing gold can stay!