A Poet

The rocks.  The sea.  The mountains The sky stretching close and beyond The cliffs, the valley, the fountains The places of memories fond The eyes.  The ears.  The voices The innermost sanctified place The touch, the smells, the tastes of Victories, wins or disgrace The heartache.  The pain.  The sweet love The life that envelopes us all The highs and lows, the light and dark The joy and sense of appal I’ve been there.  I’ve written.  I’ve breathed it But no matter what I have seen Before me a better one wrote it Still, my aim is to pen and to dream