Golden Rod of Poetry

Golden Rod of Poetry To me each word of poems I have hear Were result of a nerd being absurd Who started to be me so I did see That were there to set my soul free. Allow poems to occur is what I must do And picking out best only being a few About radiant beams, people and blue skies Poems which were designed for the wise. Maybe my each poem might prove a point At writing all of them, I am rather adroit Already much attention they have received In what my poems to say people believed. Each poem became part of my very being And with me now everyone is agreeing After God a great thought would provide Let My golden rod of poetry be your guide. This rod is my each pen I am using to write poems. God is in each one of them. James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran and Poet