“Oh foolish girl, you have wed a poet,
Whose passion and devotion is as deep as you can know it;
As thick as summer hay when it comes time to mow it;
As big as a drive in movie screen when it is time to show it;
As brite as the sun when it comes time to glow it;
As far as one hundred foot ball fields when it comes time to throw it
Throw it into your waiting bosum, so that you may ever hallow it
Oh foolish girl, you wed yourself a poet, that shall ever ‘crow’ it!
As the rooster welcomes the new day, I am eager to show it.
Across the geat blue skies, align the the clouds, themselves, to spell it
So great that if you were really to know it, it would enter your heart to swell it.
If my love were roses, it would take a huge rose to totally smell it.
If it were a redwood tree, it would takes lifetimes to feel it.
For if it were a huge wind, naught would you be able to quell it.
So you see, it would take the lifetime of Methuselal to tell it.
“Oh foolish women, my lady, my wife, my lifetime mate, I am just that poet.
Lori Peters
A beautifully written work, Joseph. It is so good to see you back!!! xoxo
papadad
Nice one Thomas, great to see you back at work, well done