Everything That They Wrote

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