Ream After Ream

Ream After Ream What I have written was ream after ream Of good poems which I rated as supreme Of such great quality could hardly find In any imagination of a normal mind. When I wrote this it was at midnight After sleeping tow hours with all my might Suddenly I awoke and each poem was there Appearing incredible and beyond compare. Many can't make any sense of them at all And to others are outrageous or may appall While I wondered how much effort it took To arrange poems so they could become a book. Was struck by awe while my eyes opened wide My new poems did come out from deep inside Me, myself and as hard as I definitely did try Wanted to complete poems before I would die. For writing my poems, I have this great thirst And even if it is for better or absolute worst Every day I keep trying to pave the way For nice things about my poems thou shalt say. James Thomas Horn Retired Veteran (Only considered to be a Viet Nam Era Vet.) PS. Birth of new ideas.