The Plan
I sit in my chair
With a drink in my hand
Reading the words
Of woman and man
A poem emerges
Robust and profound
I grab my pen
And scribble around
With arrows and circles
And numbers by phrase
Pictures develop
That sometimes amaze
My pen is the plow
That trenches the furrow
Planting the seeds
For poems tomorrow
A seed that is buried
Deep in the Earth
Breaking the surface
At moment of birth
I look to the sun
I stare at the moon
I smell every odor
And listen to tunes
Crickets and tree frogs
A daisy or rose
Thunder and lightning
A ground that is froze
Life is abundant
It circles around
If you look and you listen
You'll see every sound
Don't miss a moment
Of nature or man
Cause all has been given
Through Gods greatest plan
Nothing happens by chance
Rockman :-)
Copyright © Rockman Pritts | Year Posted 2012
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