Ode To An Ode Poem by Ollie Slaney

Why waste so many words on noisy birds?
Give me an ode that sings the open road,
For summer's melodies are always heard,
Yet the voice of what's beyond is left unknown.
Too many leaves cast shadows on your day,
Do you forget the fierce adventure far beyond?
I'll speak what you've forgotten how to say,
I'll sing the wild songs you left unsung.
Of all the many different shades and hues,
That you observe each time your words take flight,
You'll never see the sea of deepest blue,
From within the tenderness of night,

I'll drink us both good health at the Hippocrene,
That place I seek, where you have never been.