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When I began my poetry, I wandered like a cloud,
Among the styles unknown to me, like strangers in a crowd.
When publishers showed how to write I really learnt a lot,
I faced new styles with fresh delight and wrote some on the spot.
You Bid Me Try helped me to start, though short that poem was,
Through this, I had a change of heart, as if a bridge to cross.
I wrote a sonnet now and then, a psalm or two as well,
With fancy phrases once again, as if they cast their spell.
Reflecting on the authors, too, with tales on my TV,
I learnt more skills to share with you as if my legacy.
The Internet turned life around, a wondrous world to share,
With precious websites that astound and some beyond compare.
A second learning curve began, with websites of my own,
Exploring God, exploring Man, through this, the Writing Zone.
Three thousand poems have been penned, or typed out one by one,
I know that soon such things must end, yet I am not yet done.
From tales of old and tales of gold, from poems old and new,
There's just so much you can behold that God meant to bless you!
Denis Martindale. September 2021.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem