National Poetry Month

April is National Poetry Month so if you've ever wanted to compose a poem or a limerick, this is the month to do it!  This is part of a poem my dad wrote many years ago:

My church is a tree or trees created by God
Growing to all heights from the earth’s fertile sod.

I look at God’s garden at the oaks he has grown--
Birch, maple and fir trees come from seeds he’s sown.
What better place to pray than under a stately tree
That God planned and planted just for you and me.

As I pray to heaven through the leaves so high,
Golden rays of sunlight seems to burst from the sky
Sending down blues, greens and touches of red
Like a giant stained glass skylight overhead.

This month is also the 100th anniversary of Edgar Allan Poe so I guess we could also call this National POEtry month.  Do you have a favorite poem or story by Poe?  The Raven always comes first to my mind, followed quickly by his short story, The Tell-Tale Heart.  In this spine-tingling story, the perpetrator's conscience is what does him in.  Because he feels so guilty (which he is), he figures the police can hear the heartbeat of the man he murdered whose body is laying under the floor boards right under the policemen's feet.  The thump thump thump of the dead man's heart drives him wild and he finally turns himself in to the police.  Good stuff from Poe. 

What's your favorite poem? 

See you next week.

If you cannot be a poet, be the poem.
David Carradine

What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare?
W. H. Davies