Happy Island

It is good on this island Where such hands good to hold Warm pride for hearts cold Poetry many men band. Great men, great IQ Flourish my time with meaning Myriad thoughts in a simple Haiku A wonderful feeling healing. Bard friends hold my hand In you, I find solace Every criticism, a sweet gland It's poetry, not a race. On your reviews, my points build They tell me 'Reach for the sky' Glad I in your poetry guild So much love I may not buy. I 'll never leave this land So much poetry circle bind Great feats on time's sand My love of poetry is blind.