The Day The Earth Penned The

Poems

Royal Club for Literature and Peace 

The Day The Earth Penned The

Poems

-Richard Doiron

The Day The Earth Penned The Poems

It was winter time and it seemed that rhyme

ought to make a statement fair,

so his pen he took as to write a book

every page in that a prayer.

As he sat to think and to spill his ink

he appeared to face a block,

not a single line in that scene to shine,

so he opted for a walk.

He would bat the breeze as he talked to trees

and he heard the birds that sang,

and he'd live his day in a wishful way,

then it hit him like a bang.

On that promenade was a statement made

that eclipsed the best he'd heard:

it was nothing odd that the voice of God

was a tree, a breeze, a bird.

Walked a world so wide everything he eyed

was alive and itched to scream:

every inch of earth like a newborn birth,

he was there to live his dream.

Now it's safe to say not an ode that day

from a bard known ballad-bound,

but those metric feet made his day complete

that emerged from hallowed ground.

-Richard Doiron ©

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documentation: Waffaa Badarneh