Listening to every heart
The Magic Web [Ode to Ron C.]
There was a spider while lonely thus roamed
many books by great poets, reading the poems
when quite suddenly the spider spied
something of interest before his eye.
A contraption of sorts, a whirring machine
and from it, the spider thus gleaned
that this contraption of miraculous kind
could bring magic, so the spider began to unwind
a web of sorts, a labyrinth of magical belief
and with it bring a sort of unspoken relief
when first one, then two, then quickly by scores
catching in his web poets who wanted more!
The spider, smiling, nay, greatly grinning,
began an ever larger magic web by spinning
day and night, night and day, wee hours he called play
by the multitudes they did come, all with things to say.
Slowly, the magical web spun into miraculous rooms
where poets carefully laid down their tomes
and then would wait, just like the spider at first
to see if there would be a response to a verse.
The spider, he knew, and he wisely kept spinning
when suddenly ‘cross the vortex came digital grinning
for in this magical web spun by Ron, you see
all of Passions’ Poets have a wondrous place to be!
8 September, 1999
Words will always express our feelings true. ~~~ KRJ
Look, then, into thine heart, and write ~~~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow