this poem is about nature love and about seeing it thru the eyes of a poet |
Sketch By A Poet I know you tried your very best In every kind of way To write a verse that would express The things you want to say. You want to tell of long walks Hearts of love and dreamy rains Finger paints by running brooks White frost on tree tops. Orange sunsets in the west Smky mountains jagged peaks Moonlight on a oceans crest A garden gate that creaks. winding trails through forests deep Squirrels in a park Tolling bells for souls that sleep The singing of a lark Such things are not just what they seem A passing phrase or thought But notes within a life dream That by the night are caught They're sent out on the wings of song By a soul who lives and loves Resting at last upon the throng Like weary turtle doves. They tell of joys and useless tears Of fools who always grin They link the chain of passing years Good deed with passions sin. Poet artist and vagabond The lover, dreamer and fool All drifting by to the great beyond Through lifes tempestous pool. She uses paint another a word Still one, her throbbing heart All go to make the sweet song heard Soft word sweet phrase some part You needn't write a verse or rhyme To tell of loves bright flame I've known your feelings quite sometime Cause I feel just the same. |