Here we languish in our set ways.
To harbor our love for words each day.
Our love and joy is poetry.
To write and scribble, the pleasure it brings.
Our sighs and laments for all to see.
Our brains so full of curiosity.
Like hermit crabs upon the shore.
We seek new shelters forever more.
In jaded forests, may our hearts be content.
Our rapture in finding ever new and green pastures.
We hope that our efforts will be shared.
By those whose hearts we so try to capture.
The solitary pen we love to use, that makes sweet love to paper.
