I'd like to preface this by saying that I was recently invited to speak at a local elementary school's "Family Poetry Night". I wanted to leave the children with something to remember the night and perhaps to give them an interest in reading or discovering poetry outside of school. I wrote them the following poem and made them a bookmark to take home.
Cool
It looks like a forest
It looks like a room
It looks like a backyard
With flowers in bloom.
It's a place that I go
Where I know that I'm free,
Under the branches
Of the cool poetry.
The boundaries are different
For all those who sit
And take what is outside
To the inside of it.
The lines are its branches
Of various size
And as I they are free
To be silly or wise.
Its leaves are the words
And I'm sure you can see
They fill out the form
Of the cool poetry.
And just like the oak
Or the maple of wood
They all are quite different
And each one is good.
So treat yourself sometime
As I often treat me
To some time in the shade
Of the cool poetry.
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Michael