My Poems Are

My Poems Are Proof of the pudding my poems always are And maybe someday shall be a rising star Who is a great poet laureate in the making Or was I being foolish and really faking. Am sitting here hearing traffic humming From where could it all possibly be coming As they are travelling down the road And more flowers in garden I just sewed. I only write what may be on my mind Words will flow and are not hard to find Even in early morning when I awaken After my first fresh breath I have taken. So here I am again meeting your pleasure By writing this poem hope you will treasure And from sun's first rising until it does set I am glad God and I again have both met. James Thomas Horn Retired Veteran