The young voice at the end of the phone
gave me instructions
where with who and when to report
a number to check with
My dear and deep friend Bob
challenged me to write a poem
I accept the challenge
and write from a land
Intuition tells me there were cats in Eden
before the fall
not just the great creatures of the artists.
Adam had a problem,
For one who has always liked to write
there could not have been a finer gift
than the pen
that married mind to page
In the years of desperation
I was told once
there is a secret code
that mandates you never wear
Happiness is kissing the camp mascot - Pierre.
Misery is trying to explain that Pierre has basset hound germs.
Misery is when Pierre won't let you into your cabin.
Happiness is a warm bed.
The poet's job is to write,
publication or even fame is incidental,
Emily Dickinson proves this.
Part of the poet's job is to write some truth