I'll always carry good paper,
And unfailingly a reliable pen.
To simply write a poem,
In my favourite leafy glen.
Outdoors is simply best of all,
It puts my mind at ease.
Ideas flow through my head,
In a gentle summer's breeze.
I think of Ella Wheeler Wilcox,
A great poet with great rhyme.
For her memory never passes,
A great writer of her time.
The sun smiles down on me,
The birds are all in song.
They help me guide my hand,
Relaxing me all day long.
The hours seem like moments,
So much time has slipped away.
And another poem is finished,
On a beautiful summer's day.
This poem is for you dear Ella,
And your legacy of great rhyme.
A wonderful poet never forgotten,
For you're my greatest friend in time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ella Wheeler Wilcox 1850-1919 the inspiration source of this lovely poem, your forms and themes always renewing themselves, you are very poetic living person, we have to be proud of the great poet as you, always waiting for new amazing poem from you - dear poet Shaun, well done...wishing you every success 10+++as usual