In Rhyme We Speak Of Many Things
A Poem by Rev. Stephen B. Henry PhD.
In rhyme we speak of many things;
Both big and small,
Or wide and tall.
In fear we speak of nothing more;
In jest the poet works his strings;
In checkered frock,
To lightly mock.
In morning on the silver shore;
In daylight songs of joy are sung;
Slings and arrows.
In ev’ning shadows feel the breeze;
In moonlight words of love are strung;
Deep breath rasping.
In moments poets often seize
Copyright © 2014 by Rev. Stephen B. Henry PhD.