San Diego, CA, USA
One bitter day, the start of the year
A cold little dragon wandered in
A pub full of warmth, friendly faces sincere
A place where new lives can begin.
His first poem, "Faith in Dreams"
Got only a mere six replies;
Insignificant, or so it seems...
Those six put the fire in his eyes--
That enabled him to write so much
And just as well as he did;
For until now, he did not have the touch
And the talent he held, he hid.
The next few poems got more attention
From those gathered there at the bar.
All the while, many did mention
"What a great poet you are."
All the while, Denise was there
To offer a kind reply--
She's so fast! She's everywhere!
As if she's watching from the sky...
A guardian angel, as someone said
One who sees all from above
And she makes sure every poem is read
And replied to with a bit of love.
Everyone else at the Pub and in here
I still wish to thank
For lifting me up, taking out my fear
'Cause when I started, I really stank...
I wish that I could be more specific
But I cannot list you all;
I do try to be optomistic
But If I tried, in exhaustion I'd fall...
Praise to you all, everyone...
For you've all been a good Samaritan
To a cold little dragon who tries to write
And does not do well, but tries to be right.
For all of you from the Pub--I'm sure a lot of you come here as well.
[This message has been edited by Little_Spyro (edited 01-30-2000).]