Happy poem in your pocket day!!

A letter at a time,
A word that perchance rhymes,
A lyric that fills a tune;
To be sung from May to June,
Then kept for years to come,
Over and over again, sung.

These are things of life;
They are precious and without strife,
They harness the galloping wind,
As we sing over the din,
For when we have quieted all,
We will have nothing left to solve.

For our words will have meaning,
And it will be beautiful poetry!

© 2012 db