Jerrell Jones Poet Lyric

Inspirational Accident

The poet to his garden went
To ease a potent, lingering grief;
He thought his sadness might be spent
If he could eulogize a leaf.

The sunshine was as fresh as mint.
The crystal dew, the virgin morn
And some lone songbird dumbly lent
Their succor as relief of scorn.

And so he penned the songbird's trill,
Perfecting it in hours late, 
Not knowing that the sweet and shrill
Melodious call was for a mate; 

Not knowing, too, that what he wrote
Beneath the fire muses sent
Was word for word and note for note
Exactly what the songbird meant.

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