My Poems Are
My Poems Are
Proof of the pudding my poems always are
And maybe someday shall be a rising star
Who is a great poet laureate in the making
Or was I being foolish and really faking.
Am sitting here hearing traffic humming
From where could it all possibly be coming
As they are travelling down the road
And more flowers in garden I just sewed.
I only write what may be on my mind
Words will flow and are not hard to find
Even in early morning when I awaken
After my first fresh breath I have taken.
So here I am again meeting your pleasure
By writing this poem hope you will treasure
And from sun's first rising until it does set
I am glad God and I again have both met.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran
Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2014
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