Are You Having Fun

Well, here we both sit on a poetry site. Just wonder if you're having fun? Though life can be boring, when 'pen' is in hand I feel like a prospector born to the land. You wonder just how that could be? Let me share a little why it's true for me. For one thing, I think of my brain as a claim No scoundrel can steal in the night. Most random digs offer up something to share, New veins offer treasures beyond all compare. It's blood, sweat, and tears all the way, Remarkable words at the end of a day. There's no useless effort as I understand, It's really like farming you see. A field that gets plowed is an unlikely waste And character built by the problems you've faced. While earth and man wait for God's gift, His love's everlasting, His mercy is swift. So stock up on paper the best that you can, If gifted, you need to prepare, The muse that He sends you won't wait for your call, And when he appears? Lord, he gives it his all. Don't worry should you feel confused, When poetry owns you, you're never abused! Long Tooth April 6, 2016