Cool

I'd like to preface this by saying that I was recently invited to speak at a local elementary school's "Family Poetry Night". I wanted to leave the children with something to remember the night and perhaps to give them an interest in reading or discovering poetry outside of school. I wrote them the following poem and made them a bookmark to take home.











Cool







It looks like a forest



It looks like a room



It looks like a backyard



With flowers in bloom.







It's a place that I go



Where I know that I'm free,



Under the branches



Of the cool poetry.







The boundaries are different



For all those who sit



And take what is outside



To the inside of it.







The lines are its branches



Of various size



And as I they are free



To be silly or wise.







Its leaves are the words



And I'm sure you can see



They fill out the form



Of the cool poetry.







And just like the oak



Or the maple of wood



They all are quite different



And each one is good.







So treat yourself sometime



As I often treat me



To some time in the shade



Of the cool poetry.

_________________

Michael

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