Sunday Morning

 Sunday Song

I've got a poem in my heart

And a dance in my feet,

A song on my tongue-

The rhythm and the beat

Overtake my soul

As the snow is quickly falling

I spin and fall with it,

And then I get up again.

Take No Road

Though I am alone, and though I wander "aimlessly,"

I'm neither lonely nor lost, nor will I ever be.

The joy within is the word without,

As I run and leap and turn about,

Sing and write and rhyme and play,

Loving the night as I do the day.

A poem is a feeling, and a feeling is a thing

That makes one want to rage- or cry- or sing-

So a poem at its finest should do the very same-

Emotions of gold set in a lingual frame.

When I am alone, and when I wander "aimlessly,"

A poem charts my course, right to where I want to be.