Imagination
The golden sun over the trees
Radiates its heat early
The Woodpecker tap-tap-tapping
Greets me with sounds burly
Where is his nest housing their young
In the same tree in our yard?
Noisy creatures that they truly are
Is he tapping out a bard
Is it Morse Code tale in Poe's style
Or Frame back for a day
To write poems of her desire
Possibly Hemmingway
Just a minute out on the porch
Imagination wild
Would all the poets meet me there
Or just nurse inner child
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2013
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