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In Honor of Poetry

by Clinton Herring © 2022

Once in time I stitched a rhyme.
Its verses sure so they'd endure.
I added meter to make it sweeter
when in time I stitched this rhyme.

It spoke of days and long lost ways
and crimson shores beyond these doors,
of autumn fun and setting sun,
of crystal springs and other things.

It rode a train in the country rain,
flew a plane to far off Maine,
sailed a ship on an ocean trip,
ran a race in strange new place.

It saw new lands with people and clans,
told a story to a faraway boy,
cause a girl to dance with a twirl,
filled a hole in an empty soul.

It stirred the mind to be more kind,
gave new life in a place of strife,
caused the heart to think of art.
and blended hope so others might cope.

Once you hear, it may bring a tear,
or cause laugh with a chuckle and a half.
It bent the ear to hear a tear,
and sought God's love high up above.

My words, they came, in rhyme the same.
Some were grand to make a stand.
Some were loud to make us proud.
Others were clever and ring forever.

One was silly to rhyme with Billy.
Some were bold as precious gold.
Some spoke true - with a hint and clue.
Others were scary while some merry.

With word of honey, though some were funny
it sent a care to a grumpy bear,
walked a sleuth on a trail for truth.
and stirred a fire of another's desire.

It caused a song to right some wrong.
It turned a frown into a clown,
and brighten days with Christmas plays,
this rhyme I wrote for a winter's coat.

Its verses bold as life foretold
with words that glisten so others would listen.
It sent a kiss to a heart for bliss,
and spoke of peace where strife would cease.

So in mind's eye it ends a sigh,
built a thought as truth it taught
and joy it gave to all that crave,
this rhyme of hope, my interlope.

I stitched it well so it would dwell
in inner soul and not some hole,
to bring out light and cast out night,
to bring great joy for heart's to employ.

Now my rhyme is caught in time.
It's bright with spirit for all to hear it.
It brings a smile to walk a mile
This my rhyme now stitched in time.

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