Michael Schuh-POEM OF THE DAY, AUGUST 17, 2011
THE FRUIT OF MY PEN
The fruit of my pen is the poems that I write.
That starts with a good seed of thought.
That’s nurtured in my mind to grow.
Until the fruit’s ripe and sought!
When released with the stroke of a pen.
On page it is bitter or sweet
Loved by others or tasteless
To me it makes my life complete
At the end of the growing cycle
The fruit that falls is a pleasure
To be enjoyably consumed
Then again and again at leisure
For the fruit of my pen is poetry
Poems that flow like a river on course
Sometimes it’s a fantasy
About pride my talking horse
But my fruit is always full of rhyme
Usually having a message inside
It’s one of greatest loves I have
It nourishes and fills me with pride
MICHAEL L SCHUH
(See my interview on this site)
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