High Esteem Was Held

High Esteem Was Held With much high esteem he was held But into crowd still did blend and meld Was a mellow fellow liking to hum And maker and beater of his own drum. Individual sort not selling self short Knew meaning of life and how to support Ability to write poems and way he did In comfortable fashion not flipping our lid. To follow, he set standard for everyone Each day wrote poems until they were done Each night last time when he would look They were stored in a composition book. Each morning pulled out book and then Would write more poems again and again And of course you know needless to say He finally had died and passed away. Soon everyone heard all over town Was poet of high status and world renown But in heaven an issue still was pressing God, be sure to give Poetry Soup Your blessing. James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran