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Why do I write these poems

It's a mystery to me, 

It's something I've never

Dreamed of

My High school English teacher

Would sure be proud of me. 

I never enjoyed writing anything

Writing an essay or a book  report

Made me tremble, 

My handwriting was so bad, 

Chicken scratch on paper is

What it resembled. 

Then on the 5th of March 2014

A slip on the ice started 

a change. ,

6 weeks later, their opening 

Up my head,  I swear my 

Thoughts have 

been rearranged

As I lay there in the hospital with

Staples in my skull , 

I begin to think about my life

And how this incident 

Could have ended it all

Sorting through my emotions

Changing my priorities in life, 

Going to be a better person

And try to do what is right. 

Taking in all of the beauty 

Mother nature has to offer

To stop and smell the roses 

And live my life a bit calmer

As I sat by myself near the edge

Of a pond, something strange 

Began to occur ,

I began to see things differently 

The words in my mind

Began to stir. 

Inspiration struck me as I was

Photographing the calm and

Peaceful scene, 

There was a need to write a poem

About all the beauty I am seeing

The urge was strong, as the words

In my head somehow 

Began to rhyme, 

Completely puzzled I started

Writing , poetry soon became

My favorite pastime. 

I've always loved to photograph 

The beauty that surrounds me, 

The evening Sun as it's setting

Or any wildlife I can see. 

The awesomeness of a thunderstorm 

As it's dark clouds come 

Rolling in, 

Or as it's moving away leaving only

A beautiful Rainbow where it's  been. 

But now just taking pictures 

Isn't quite enough, 

I'm inspired to write a poem

It's really not that tough. 

Writing describes what I'm thinking 

I can express what I feel inside,  

Describing in my own words, the

Peacefulness that nature provides, 

 I love to relate what I'm feeling

About someone who is 

special to me, 

With thoughts from my Heart

And words from my mind

I'm as truthful as I can be. 

Some poems are just plain

Silly, I can't help but to

Rhyme these words

I don't understand whats

Happened to me

Always rhyming these

Nouns and verbs. 

So you ask why I write all

These poems that I write that

Sometimes  I share with you, 

Ever since that bump

On my head, it's just something 

That I love to do.