"A minute of thought is worth more than an hour of talk."Unknown
Everyone is a poet. I recently came across some minutes of thought I crafted as poetry. The first, Invitation, was inspired by the actions of my cat, Tammy to sit on my lap. The second, An Old Oak Tree, was inspired by a large oak tree in my yard which I could see from a bedroom window.
Invitation
Meow, meow, and a purr around the leg
an invitation to sit on my lap.
Slowly green eyes meet brown eyes.
Presto! Tammy jumps on my lap.
rolling and wiggling like a little wiggly worm
until sound asleep and snoring aloud.
An Old Oak Tree
There grew an old oak tree
I could see from my bedroom window,
reaching towards the sky.
its bough close to the ground
its trunk sunken in the cold wet snow
on a glistering January day.
So we like this old oak tree live
between earth's cold embrace
and lofty planes of hope and faith
on this celestial planet.
But still we live!
