The Happy Poet

Written by: Brian Faulkner

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."