The Poet's Journey

The Poet’s Journey
You never know what you will find

I went on a little trip with a friend of mine.
It was not very far, and it didn’t take much time.
I didn’t have to think about what I had to pack
nor did I wonder when I would be coming back.

You see, my friend is a poet, one of a kind.
My trip was to the center of one of his rhymes.
I tried not to move his words as I strolled about,
but I left with something special when I walked out.

In the heart of his message was something for me,
a woven melody that I could hear him sing.
But as the music drifted to my listening ear,
a different refrain was softly drawing near.

As I stopped and listened, I felt it in my soul,
words of my own rhythm began to quickly roll.
I found my own poem in the middle of his rhyme,
on The Journey that I took with that friend of mine.

Copyright  © January 9, 2009 by Karen M. Crump