A humble but ambitious poet
That writes on the beauties of life,
Is brilliantly guided onwards
By the love of his dear sweet wife.
In each and every thought
She is truly his golden pier.
She leads him on to untold success
Where he enjoys a brighter career.
Into a garden of roses
Where soft breezes blow,
There she’s always near him
To let his sweeter thoughts flow.
To her he gathers and gives
A beautiful big pink rose,
To show that his love’s still burning,
And for her it could ne’er repose.
And when he awakens out of his dreams
There is music to her ears,
For all the poems that he writes
He reads to his wifey dear.
WELCOME SPRING
On comes spring
With its loving breeze
Soon there’s the budding
Of the flowers and trees.
How my heart swells
When they begin to peep,
For I know they’re back
From their long winter’s sleep.
MY RUBY MONTROSE
As I sit and dream
On the water side,
My mind is traveling
Like the high rolling tide.
No matter how fast
Or where it goes
With it my thoughts
Of my Ruby Montrose.