The Happy Poet

I bend down low to tie my shoe; I jump straight up to the sky half blue; I lift my arms and pretend to fly; I soar up over the clouds so high. I return to earth with a big loud Splash! Out in the pool I'm taking a bath. I dive like a whale, grind teeth like a shark; And then dog-paddle with a friendly Bark! I stand up tall to say my poem, My parents listening, working at home. My father's friends clap him on the back--- "It's a real fine thing to have a son like that. "For strong the spirit and strong the brain That can each day a poem attain. The moon may pale and the sun fall down, But all is bright when a poet's around."