July 15, 2021
I love to weave my thoughts in rhyme,
Perhaps compose a book sometime.
Our books can play a special role
To touch our heart and reach our soul.
When rhymes are fun to hear and say,
Impressions linger, last, and stay.
They find a home inside our brain.
We hear them echo each refrain.
We ponder phrases of each line,
“What other treasures can I find?”
They stir the scenes of long ago,
Attach themselves, we can’t let go.
The metered cadence for each word
I pray brings hope as it is heard.
I pray the melody you hear,
Will stir old scenes that you hold dear.