365 Steps (An Anniversary) Poem by Kevin Patrick

Step by step I have climbed this mountain
Endearing the hurtles and obstacles
Never submitting but always rebounding
By turning impossible into the possible

With only the pen as my amiable staff
I have carved through granites foundation
Crafting my mark for a tear or a laugh
To weave color in all joys creation

My journey has taken in many routes
Into blank verse, quatrains and acrostics
I have met sonnets and a couplet recluse
And found faith as a modernist agnostic

I've told tales of immortals and vagabonds
And once even wrote about a fire hydrant
From wily rabbits to thoughts on electrons
I still remember the children of the silent


Slow as a snail on the way that I go
I'm steadfastly fast and rightly determined
To continue this trek when the wind of age blows
And my souls caught between doves and serpents

But today is a peak I have accomplished
That no one can personally measure
Like an athlete whose best he can relish
I raise a glass to a goal that's my treasure

To my three hundred and sixty-fifth poem
Here's too one for each day of the year
Though my pilgrimage remains forever open
This present bids toast to a jubilant cheer