Dedication (Poetry)
23rd April 2015
I write for that lone child I was
the child that I am still
who reads in bed ’til late at night
and those times when I’m ill.
I write for those who think that rhyme
makes proper poetry
and rhythm helps to fix each line
secure in memory.
There is no page of any book
so vivid or so dear
as poems whispered to myself
or read aloud to hear
the music flowing verse to verse
a simple melody
telling word by sing-song word
old-fashioned tales to me.
The Highwayman, The Listeners
The Ancient Mariner ...
so full of atmoshere and thrills
alive with character.
I write for that old self within
nostalgia inks the page
yet hope some poems might appeal
to those of any age.
the child that I am still
who reads in bed ’til late at night
and those times when I’m ill.
I write for those who think that rhyme
makes proper poetry
and rhythm helps to fix each line
secure in memory.
There is no page of any book
so vivid or so dear
as poems whispered to myself
or read aloud to hear
the music flowing verse to verse
a simple melody
telling word by sing-song word
old-fashioned tales to me.
The Highwayman, The Listeners
The Ancient Mariner ...
so full of atmoshere and thrills
alive with character.
I write for that old self within
nostalgia inks the page
yet hope some poems might appeal
to those of any age.