Of Nature and Ink
Poetry, ever a source of pleasure,
is to me now parent, teacher, friend,
the yardstick, my extreme enjoyment measure.
First, God made me perfect, in His likeness
and gave me thoughts so I might comprehend.
Last, He made me conscious of my weakness.
Of all the wondrous things the Good Lord gave,
all nature...'tis my greatest dividend.
Knowledge, though my friend, shall make me not a slave.
It satisfies my heart and feeds my soul.
Is there a sweeter way leisure to spend,
as sharing with the world a poet's goal.
Immortal verse may never be my lot.
As all creation with my bold ink blends,
The critics may scream, 'Stop'! But I will not.
Heart of my writing lies but joie de vivre.
Of God's creation no one could dare amend.
Man needs rejoice...life gives no cause to grieve.
Quote: William Wordsworth
(recognised as one of the greatest romanticist poets.)
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