When young, there seemed so much to learn
New challenges at every turn
Skills and knowledge to acquire
Each year the bar placed that bit higher...
At first I pushed through every door
Great possibilities to explore ...
But then I found what grabbed me most
One special talent I could boast ...
We're all unique in our own way
The question is - what is our trait?
It's liberating when we find
Exactly how God wired our mind.
It happened many years ago
I cottoned onto words that flow;
At under ten, I toyed with rhyme
And scribbled poems at bedtime.
On Shakespeare's sonnets I would feast
So my treasury of words increased
Books my imagination fired
Images in words inspired.
The sounds of verbs give gentle clues
Patterns form - so I enthuse
It's like falling off a log
Hence the creation of my blog!*
You're such great Readers and so loyal
That my flattered Muse stays on the boil
As each day dawns – will lightning strike?
Who knows - not me - what I shall write!
(c) Poet in the woods 2017
* In September, 2013