Just someone that when I see his work, I hit my chair with speed,
His poems paint a picture and a charming story I cannot wait to read.
My modus operandi is storytelling while using the style of rhyme,
He writes in a similar fashion to me, his poetry is simply sublime.
Feeling inferior from other’s comments- rhyme being a poor quality,
But after reading his prestigious work, how could that possibly be.
Carried away by his glorious travels, gentle rants and dedications,
I strive to be as good as him, working hard through meditations.
Each poem sharing a part of himself, you feel you know his soul,
He is now spending time with his dying brother, such a heavy toll.
So, I am wrapping my arms around Bob and blowing a kiss to you,
Know my thoughts are with you, wish there was more I could do.
Written August 4, 2012
Dedicated to Robert L. Hinshaw