Sometimes it seems
That I have to drop everything
And sit with pen in hand,
And write poems on love, friends, or Spring.

I can be cleaning the house,
Or reading in a book,
When I'll rush for a scrap of paper,
Heading for a quiet nook.

Once there, my thoughts take over.
My pen flies across the page.
Writing of the joys of Summer
Or the peace of childhood days.

And when I'm done writing
I feel all warm inside.
Because I'll leave a part of me behind
When here I no longer abide.

I thank God for times like these
When I have a "poem day".
When I can tell of my love for Jesus
Who shows the true light and way.

And, at this very moment,
I feel a poem mood coming on.
So I'll sit here and relax
As I let all the words come!

Jane Ellen Slone
Revised 4-10-09


















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