Auckland New Zealand
A POETíS HEART.
A poetís heartís an endless thing,
It knows no bound nor borderline,
Or darkness where it may not shine.
A poetís heartís a joyful thing,
It likes to laugh, and loves to sing.
It lifts the spirit, holds it high,
Then dances like a firefly.
A poetís heartís a fragile thing,
As brittle as a monarchís wing.
That flutters on a breath of air,
The secrets of its soul to bare.
A poetís heartís a vicious thing,
Its bite is like a hornetís sting.
For it will strike just as and when
It feels the censure of its pen.
A poetís heartís a caring thing,
Both empathy and hope to bring.
A sunbeamís touch it can impart
To mollify the saddened heart.
A poetís heartís a timeless thing,
Whose ancient bell sustains its ring.
That through the years, it may adorn
Those generations yet unborn.
©2000 Rod Walford